Another Story

[j_forias]

Well, a few people liked the last one I posted, so I thought I'd try another. This one is basically straight from a dream I had about a year ago, which should explain the rather laxical approach to causical sense-making. I decided I really wanted to keep the feel of the dream.

Here goes:

Comments

[stubefied_by_gd]

I notice a number of similarities. You could make it a collection. Do you always dream about ray guns? I thought aliens only used them in the fifties. I am not very helpful right now. It's like I don't have the good program for change. I should be using the latest version of Photoshop, but all I have is Paint from a decade ago, and not enough RAM. So everything else is running really slowly and I have to hit end-task a lot. In my head. Like now. :)

[j_forias]

I noticed similarities, too! Ray guns are crucial to over-the-top alien landings. I'm not sure if I dreamed the actual word, but it fit the picture well.

Hope you're weekend was wonderful!

[petitecrivan]

Very interesting. Kind of shocking, and depressing, but also interesting because only some people will understand the little girl's desire to "see the stars."

[j_forias]

Interesting. I don't see it as depressing. I love that dream because it told me something about depth within life. Mortality is just as much a part of the beauty as the stars themselves. I can't remember which sci-fi program it was that said that for a word to have any meaning there must be silence before and after it (actually, yes I can, it was BSG). The girl knows that. She knows that all life ends, but she got the experiences of a lifetime in hers, she got a fantastic journey.. She took her own life, her own death, and grabbed the chance to make them beautiful.