Stealing from the Future & Perverse Technology
Dream from Night of 06/04/2009
Stealing from the Future & Perverse Technology
Large house/building, fairly narrow and long…seems almost like a shelter with makeshift beds everywhere and mass confusion – very little organization to the place. There are a few offices and storage rooms along one wall with the doors closed. The walls are all painted a pale gray and they are pretty smudged as though the place hasn’t been kept up or has been in the current state for quite some time. There seems to be no power in the place.
There is a makeshift “living” area with some beat-up couches put together somewhat like a sectional – in a U shape. My purse and a bag with apparently all of my valuables/belongings in it (a very small bag) are lying on one of the couches near where I am standing. I am talking to several people but am keeping my belongings in my peripheral vision. There is an air of distrust, distress and a sense of anxiety about the state of things. It seems almost like a meeting – like some plan for the group is being discussed. Within a few moments, I realize someone has taken my belongings and I grab a rifle out of a glass display cabinet near the couches and take off running. I apparently know who it was and what direction they went. I don’t recall any of the faces from the meeting or any of the people milling about. I am running across unmade beds, piled high with bedding and beds with 4 and 5 people jammed in them trying to sleep. I am tracking the thief.
As I am running through the shelter, things pass in a blur of junky shelter-life of litter and clutter. I am running across and through the mess. My senses and reflexes all seem heightened – sharper, faster, stronger. I am picking up clues that although seem to be incomprehensible, I am still processing. It seems like I am skipping past the recognition of the things I am seeing and hearing, the thought process of working out their meaning and connections and going straight to the conclusion of the responsible parties. I am specifically tracking my dad (who originally took my possessions), Lisa, who served in some distraction/trafficking/laundering sort of capacity in the whole deal and Lori, who currently has the money and possessions and is at some sort of outdoor, Renaissance-like fair or market that is packed with people. I am zipping through the crowd, tracking her now. She has wormed her way through the crowd and somehow heads back inside the shelter of which the fair/market is just outside. I have steadily been collecting bits and pieces of the belongings as I have been going – like they were dropped or given to random people along the way. It’s almost as if there is a visible trail where my possessions have been, where she has run.
Once back inside the shelter, the mission of getting my possessions back was apparently complete. Now some other pressing matter seemed to be inherent to my knowledge. There was a couple – a man and woman trying to overthrow the rule of the shelter. They had some sort of twisted, evil plan but it was unclear what it was. They somehow had morphed into huge mosquito-spider monstrosities and separated. He was in one of the closet-like rooms of the shelter and I somehow knew exactly which one. I still had my rifle and I knew that I had a pistol on me as well – stainless steel and fairly small – maybe a .9mm. I smashed in the door to the storage room he was in, right shoulder first and pistol ready. He is suspended from his web at the back of the room and although he doesn’t have a “face,” he is still somehow capable of projecting a sort of demeanor. He is speaking to me somehow also and although there is a slight buzzing, hiss to his words, he sounds normal for all intents and purposes. You can hear the evil in his voice when he speaks of his and the female’s plan. He is telling me how she is much stronger and more laden with whatever weapon/chemical means they plan to attack humanity with and informs me that they knew I would come looking for them and that was precisely why they were in different locations. He tried to stab me with his horrifically large stinger but with my increased strength and reflexes, I was able to grab him by it, jam it into the wall where his venom (their weapon) emptied benignly. With a quick snap, I then broke off his stinger and stabbed him in the “face” with it – killing him. Without waiting around, I ran out again, now headed for where the female was to stop her. I could sense the anticipation of a more vicious fight ahead of me when I found her. I wasn’t afraid, just not as confident as with the male. The dream left off with me running back through the shelter, the people all still in a general fluster of fear but undefined.
The dream blurred and resumed with my now being on some sort of craft. It was ship-like but there was no buffeting by air or water. I could only deduce that the ship was in space. It was not massive nor was it cramped. There were only a handful of people onboard and it seemed as if it were almost like a mobile lab to some degree. The occupants were apparently family members – father, mother, son and daughter. The son and daughter were both attractive young adults near in age if not paternal twins; the parents both still fairly youthful and attractive. All four of the family members were scientists and intensely intelligent. The father seemed very preoccupied with his work. The children, somewhat just following his instruction but were very mature and sure of themselves. There was a significant bond between the siblings just to the verge of nearly breaching the line of perversity but not quite. The mother: intelligent but perverse. In her work, she found a sense of the erotic and loved her work to a perverse degree. The father was oblivious or indifferent to her affections for her experiments.
The entire family built a machine together which was incorporated into the ship (like an appendage to one end which encircled the rest of the ship in something resembling a ring, intermittently connecting up to the ship itself). The mother’s relationship to the machine was far more personal. It was if she had somehow embodied a soul, personality, BEINGness into the machine during her portion of the project’s work. This was the manifestation of her perversity and therefore, where she felt her connection to it.
The “bridge” of the ship was a slight dais-like step-up from the rest of the space within the ship. This was where the father virtually stayed, absorbed in data displays and controls. To the right of the bridge was something like a foyer which led to the machine. The “entrance” to the machine was something akin to a zipper with softened, curved teeth that gently seemed to flow upwards and downwards with the wave pattern of the teeth. The vertical “mouth” of the machine opened and closed slightly with the flow of the waving movement so as to permit occasional, brief glances within to a smooth, metallic, cavernous and massive, curving and rolling interior. Almost immediately inside the door/mouth and below it there was a pulsating bright white light that seemed to be breathing or pulsing like a heartbeat. The whole machine moved very organically and had a softened, more organic shape and feel.
The machine’s purpose was for energy manufacturing and some sort of space/time/teleportation function.
As the father and children worked on the mechanics of the ship and machine’s functions, the mother was found at the mouth/door of the machine, caressing and whispering to it as it slowly opened and closed in its waving pattern. As time passed, the mother slowly began to move with the movement of the mouth/door and with the same sort of flowing, wave pattern, began to crawl into it. She began with one foot and then slowly slid the rest of that same leg through the lower opening, riding the wave of the “zipper” up to its opening at the top where she then slid the opposite arm through the opening so that she was then somewhat twisted with the teeth. As the wave carried her back down again, she ducked her head inside and then back out when reaching the bottom, spinning head over heels so that she was now upside down and loosely tangled with the mouth. On the next wave back up, she spun back upright again and simultaneously pulled her remaining leg, arm and then head all inside the machine, being swallowed by it.
There was a sense of the machine having a dangerous quality to the average person but like a wild animal raised from infancy by a person, she enjoyed a bond with the machine that most did not – except with a perversity that was just generally accepted by the rest of the family. Although the mouth was closed, I could see that the mother was in essence, “swimming” through space within the machine in some erotic bond with it, circling the ship as she gently brushed along the curves and waves of its inside walls like a fish as she swam in quietly intimate ecstasy.
