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February 24th, 2004

weird dream @ 11:45 am


I was lying on my back in bed, in that sort of half-aware state. I was dreaming... it wasn't quite a lucid dream, but close.

In the dream, I was also lying on my back in bed. And the ceiling was a big computer monitor. The whole ceiling. It was like some sort of super-GUI web-interface. Then my body floated off the bed and right into the ceiling.

I was fully immersed in a 3D web environment. It was like flying through a huge opera theatre, and the main stage was the browser window, and if you followed a link the curtains would close and open again with a new scene representing the new 'page'. God-help-me, the only page I remember was of a guy showing off his LEGO models of Star Wars ships. And it wasn't even Kevin.

There wasn't really anything to suggest that this was web-browsing, but I just knew it was. The whole thing was short and surreal. When I woke out of it, all I could think was that I would get annoyed by the time wasted in watching curtains close and open every time I went to a new page.
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Date:February 24th, 2004 12:41 pm (UTC)
you need to get outside more often, no?
Date:February 24th, 2004 08:56 pm (UTC)

Best Dream

Mark, my old roommate, had the best dreams ever. Here's one of my faves:

He was floating in a complete void. Nothing. Blackness. In the distance, he sees a faint light, He (he had no body, just an awareness) "floats" over to it. He ses a huge green rectangle (square). It's only two dimensional; as he tries to look around it (floating in space), he notices it has no depth.

This green square is blinking, slowly, rhythmically.

Then he realizes that the square is a computer cursor, and he's trapped in a computer (in the DOS days, pre-GUI).

The thing that pissed him off most was that he had no way to interact with the cursor...nothing to type with, nothing to type on.
Date:February 26th, 2004 09:52 am (UTC)
Man, how come Mark never told ME his wacky dreams?

Whereas your other roommate's dreams were much more boring; usually repetitious scenes of some insane guy hovering over me chanting "hi ho hi ho..."

...wait, that was real life.
Date:February 26th, 2004 08:09 pm (UTC)
Your dream sounds like what some people might call astral projection. Those same people would probably object strongly to any suggestion that the spirit world resembles crappy websites...

Journal of No. 118