03-26-2019, 01:11 PM
DMSI 3.3.1D Day 63
I reminded myself of dream I've had way a week or so ago. I don't remember details very well but that dream still intrigues me so I thought I'd share it. It was by far the most interesting dream I've had in a long time, erotic dreams not taken into account.
I was happy. I was just in the happiest I've ever been. But then I woke up and realized I'm in some kind of facility. It all reminded me of some movie, but I can't put my finger on which one. At any rate there were people there drugging me (and possibly others) with some while gas or spray they had hidden in their signets. I started to struggle, asked where my family is and when the person tried to drug me again I broke free, forced the finger with the signet onto their face and sprayed it, leaving them in ecstasy and lost consciousness. Then I left the room and started wondering the corridors, looking for my way out or perhaps looking for my family, I can't quite remember.
The feeling I remember the most was my rejection of a false sense of happiness given realization how unreal it was. I just didn't want to be a slave, albeit one in a state of bliss.
I reminded myself of dream I've had way a week or so ago. I don't remember details very well but that dream still intrigues me so I thought I'd share it. It was by far the most interesting dream I've had in a long time, erotic dreams not taken into account.
I was happy. I was just in the happiest I've ever been. But then I woke up and realized I'm in some kind of facility. It all reminded me of some movie, but I can't put my finger on which one. At any rate there were people there drugging me (and possibly others) with some while gas or spray they had hidden in their signets. I started to struggle, asked where my family is and when the person tried to drug me again I broke free, forced the finger with the signet onto their face and sprayed it, leaving them in ecstasy and lost consciousness. Then I left the room and started wondering the corridors, looking for my way out or perhaps looking for my family, I can't quite remember.
The feeling I remember the most was my rejection of a false sense of happiness given realization how unreal it was. I just didn't want to be a slave, albeit one in a state of bliss.
For not by numbers of men, nor by measure of body, but by valor of soul is war to be decided.
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4
