Thursday, January 12, 2006
As I pile on the sleep hours, my dreams become increasingly vivid... and disturbing. Pleasant, or even run-of-the-mill dreams are a rarity - or maybe it just seems like that because they aren't as memorable as the nightmares. The giant crocodiles are coming back, vampires have already made 2 terrifying appearances and I have graduated from stabbing or hacking at people (for self-defense, of course) to actually shooting them - although, in my defense, I was a law enforcement officer dealing with armed street punks and I made a conscious effort to aim for a non-vital area. (And I was astonishingly incompetent and had no idea how to use handcuffs. The unleashed unconscious can only take you so far before it runs up against a wall of conscious ignorance.)
The most chilling was the latest one, in which I thought all my friends had been murdered by a psycho serial killer whom I had wanted to snoop on, because I fancied the thought of a
Three Investigators-style adventure. So I talked everyone into participating. It was supposed to be fun - we planned, moved into position, scoped out the area, etc. Then I excused myself for the afternoon to watch a movie at a theatre (apparently it was supposed to be a date, but he quickly lost interest and disappeared). I was left with my disappointment and - since more than half the audience had walked out - inconsiderate louts making loud, rude conversation in the theatre. Enjoying the movie became an impossible task, so I left.
I returned to our base of operations (so as to speak), only to find it empty. Our files on the serial killer had been deleted, and in their place was a gloating note (entirely in Chinese), with a list of their names, pictures and the word 'annihilated' next to every name.
So, umm, yeah. What ensued was incredible amounts of angst and guilt.
Meanwhile, the sci-fi geek wants to start spreadin' the news:
Directed-energy weapons are becoming reality. Check this out:
Of course, all this technological progress is driven by the desire to dominate the world and 'militarize space' (note American spelling), which is somewhat upsetting even though it's only to be expected. It's
Star Wars, not
Star Trek.
But from my happily limited perspective, new technology is always cool.
words were spilled on Thursday, January 12, 2006