Ray Gun Dream
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The dream is only a few minutes old as of this entry. I was one of four youths crouched in a cul-de-sac outside a cinema wall. There was myself, two guys, and a girl. I think we were probably in our early twenties. Foul smells of rotting garbage filled the air. I could no longer contain the secret I was hiding.
"I can shoot our lifeforce through this cinema wall and forever change the meaning of the film being shown," I said.
"You're lying," said the girl. "No one can do that."
"Yeah," said one of the guys, "the film can never be changed. It's part of a contractual agreement we made, remember? You'll just fuck everything up and we'll have to go back to the opening credits."
"No," I insisted, "I can do this. Look." I produced a shiny metallic ray gun from my pocket. "This will nullify the agreement and make the movie ours, and then we can make whatever changes we please."
I squeezed the trigger of the ray gun, and suddenly everything became cold. Damp fog hung low over the entire landscape. We were in a marshy area that smelled strong of peat and heather. "You see?" I said, almost smirking. "I told you it would work."
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FCGST (sensory mode dreaming)
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The dream is only a few minutes old as of this entry. I was one of four youths crouched in a cul-de-sac outside a cinema wall. There was myself, two guys, and a girl. I think we were probably in our early twenties. Foul smells of rotting garbage filled the air. I could no longer contain the secret I was hiding.
"I can shoot our lifeforce through this cinema wall and forever change the meaning of the film being shown," I said.
"You're lying," said the girl. "No one can do that."
"Yeah," said one of the guys, "the film can never be changed. It's part of a contractual agreement we made, remember? You'll just fuck everything up and we'll have to go back to the opening credits."
"No," I insisted, "I can do this. Look." I produced a shiny metallic ray gun from my pocket. "This will nullify the agreement and make the movie ours, and then we can make whatever changes we please."
I squeezed the trigger of the ray gun, and suddenly everything became cold. Damp fog hung low over the entire landscape. We were in a marshy area that smelled strong of peat and heather. "You see?" I said, almost smirking. "I told you it would work."
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FCGST (sensory mode dreaming)
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