“The House in My Dream”
“What is the difference between
electric current in my brain
electric current in my outlet”
Last night in a fever state, I dreamt a wood and cement house, and rode horses, and weaned them, and weaned them, and weaned them, and weaned them, and they gave their lives to the same thing.
I don't know how long we've been here, or if we've forgotten something, or if we think we've forgotten it, or if we think we've forgotten it. For I don't know how long ago this was, or if we've forgotten something, or if we think we've forgotten it. For I don't know how long ago this is, or if I think I've forgotten it.
Last night in a fever state, I dreamt a wood and cement house, and I've forgotten where I'm going, what I'm thinking. A dream to converse in a language I didn't understand, a language I never wanted to hear or see. A language that I thought I'd never hear or see again.
“I apologize for that. I know it's a pain, I used to be a big believer in – in— in— the—the—ability of Event NR28 to’reAct’ivelyPlan’’‘Systems’ as excessive . . . without a doubt a huge help to any and all decent civilization.”
“I apologize for that. I don’t think I could do without you.”
Last night in a fever state, I dreamt a wood and cement house, and wrote reports. During the night, when the sheets are dry, I socialized, and dreamed about dolls I had made while I was sleeping. It was the first time I had done such a thing.
It was the most important dream I have ever done
It's the most important to remember something
Last night in a fever state, I dreamt a wood and cement house, and dove-head and pony-tail. When I awoke, my sheets had been fastened to my legs, and I could not breathe. I have nightmares that are vivid and intransitive. I have spells that are intense and often last for several minutes in my dreams.
I have trouble sleeping.
I have trouble thinking.
There are nights when my mind is clear of thoughts and I have plenty of dreams. Of course, these are not dreams to be confused with lucid dreaming.
Dreams and the Machine
Dreams were a new technology for scientific study in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. They demonstrated that light can enter the solid and displace matter, and that, in the process, increasing quantities of matter could be created.
This was not a new idea. Lama Guoh Nying reported in the June 1987 issue of Cosmology that: "Experimental machines, like puppets, to be precise, but also very real and realistic, to borrow a metaphor from ancient philosophy.”
However, last night in a fever state, I dreamt a wood and cement house, and when I woke up, there wasn't anyone on the bed.
"That's not completely right," I said. "In that apartment, there was a fire that was starting and was getting ready. The next morning, I saw the rain forest outside, and I knew it. I rode in the back, and I rode fast: I rode with a big heart, because I was a man, and I rode as if coming back from a hard time. "
Around that time, my father gave me a black eye. It was the color of murder, and it burned in the memory.
The top floor of the dream house was a library of books and vinyl and instruments, along with a small amount of money.
A friend of mine who is a specialist in this area had a dream where she saw women performing in shrines, and some of the best music was played during the weekdays break. She can hear the sound of strings and drums playing, but it is only during the night when the blues and western music come to a standstill that dreams can be recorded.
Most people who experience sleep apnoea do not know it. They are not people, places or things. They are ghosts. Birds, flying, and domesticating may be experienced at a moderate to high frequency by most people across the world, although not all people will be able to experience sleep apnoea. However, it is important to note that the frequency of dreams involving flying, for example, is rarely reported.
“A favorite pastime of mine was when my aunt and I were breaking camp at the Black Hills. We camped on the War Bonnet, where we found some kind of electronic device with a bell that connected the Black Hills to the north.”
The top floor of the dream house was a library of books and vinyl and instruments, along with a map of the world, and instructions on how to make a musical instrument. The area around the gold-plated basaltic omen stood to gain access to a host of occult practices, including the use of the guitar, trumpeter, and octave aingear.
Musicians of the north Black Hills are probably best known for their operatic performances, which are widely considered to be of special interest to occultists. However, in truth they are just a part of the War, and are deeply involved in the production of musicals and other mediums for the conduct of battle.
The Black Hills also played a major role in the development of nuclear weapons, as were the several smaller nations that suffered from the fallout of the War when the atomic bomb was dropped.
The Black Hills also played a role in the development of sonic weapons, as were several small and independent northern and central Europe powers that were also involved in the War. A sonic gun battle was held at the Mamluk-Tayruk-Alami road on the Black Hills.
And so the top floor of the dream house was a library of books and vinyl and instruments, along with a can of worms and a bottle of poison.
According to legend, the spider who caught the distantly winking eye of Lady Luckler caught a huge fish and stuck it in a jelly sandwich. The sandwich was so big that it sucked the life from the ground and into the sandwich. The evil God of the Fish story was over, the gods had been purged from the earth, and the fish had been caught and killed.
The local paper reported the incident the next day, and it became a trend among people to have their dreams published. This was not the first time that this had happened to people and I have no doubt that it is not the last.
The top floor of the dream house was a library of books and vinyl and instruments, along with other fascinating cultural and historical material. At the northernmost door was a large, heavily accented circle.
The Universe was a tidy affair, clear as mud.
“What a cluster of cells!”
“The bigger the galaxy, the fiercest enemy of humankind was slain”
“The nearest galaxy sentinel will be watching over us”
“This guy is linked to the Security Director's computer”
Checking for all exterior linking point
The house had a wood paneled reading nook with red leather to rest on, sunlight streaming in from the above skylight. The remaining thirteen bedrooms contained their own separate bedrooms.
A view of the family's living room from the second story.
A view of the second story as it was designed.
A view of the living room as it was in the first grade.
A staircase leads up to a second story balcony, where she will be buried, according to the wishes of the people living in the home.
“Will you be going away?”
“I'm not going anywhere”
“I will be with you”
“I'm sorry... I don't want to hear this again”
“I came to visit you, I am here”
“If you have to, give me some time.”
The house had a wood paneled reading nook with red leather to rest on, sunlight streaming in from the above skylight. The next morning, my father took me to see if the windows could be closed. No one had gone out in any of the days preceding that visit.
"It was a hard trip, " my aunt said. "It was a hard trip, really, because we didn't know what was going to happen to us when the bus hit. We don't even know when we left our places of rest. We don't even know when we got there. We just know that we traveled alone, and that's it. We didn't know what we were going to find. We just knew we were going to find it."
But, the house had a wood paneled reading nook with red leather to rest on, sunlight streaming in from the above skylight. The remaining 5 minutes were spent reading, praying, and fasting, all while sitting cross-legged on the bed of the deceased. The next morning, the family called to say my parent was conscious, sitting in her bed.
But, the house had a wood paneled reading nook with red leather to rest on, sunlight streaming in from the above skylight. I examined the sitting, and saw that the chips had been dusted with mineral oil, and that had done the trick. The next morning, my wife and I went to see if the family would come out. No one came out. The next morning, our car was found abandoned, badly damaged, and the family's car was found lying in the river. The next morning, the family reported that their land was safe, and that their spirits had been back. They left no stone unturned, and when I rode in, I felt as if I had gone back in time, and my horse was about to kill someone.
But the owner warned me of the basement floor, when I reached it, it was my childhood home, but empty, dark, and deserted.
In the nineteenth century, the great Russian physicist Nikolai Noriega declared that there was a "superposition of knowing and believing" that allowed them to "see beyond the possible simulation of the body".
This is what Bohr means by "the uncanny valley". And it's a pretty big one, by the way, because when I tell you the name, I don't want you believing I said it's that hard. It's a pretty simple matter of acoustics. Actually, the reason we have so many bizarre tales about the uncanny valley is that it is the perfect place to be a pseudoscientist, to paraphrase the biblical account of the exodus.
“There is no kingdom except death and the Lamb.” (Derrida 1994, 10)
There is no kingdom except final abdication and no kingdom except the Kingdom of Heaven. (Moral of the story: there is no kingdom without death).
But the owner warned me of the basement floor, when I reached it, it was my childhood home, but empty, dark, and deserted. That's the shortest way to explain the slow and deliberate destruction of my childhood home.
I will call attention to a phenomenon known as Deformation. It is not that modern-day physics is opposed to Deformation. Indeed, the name suggests that the name might be misleading. J. L. Austin (1887-1995) is widely credited with laying the framework for the modern understanding of the nature of light deformation.
Out beyond the edge of the house's property, was a sprawling mist over tree covered mountains and valleys, in shades of green that blasted not far from where the hummingbirds had roamed the area forty years before. The area was then known as Black Hills.
If science can no longer be trusted to deliver on its promises, why should technology? Why should we think that building and maintaining robust, law-abiding governments is a better use of energy than building and maintaining closed societies?
The physical body has been replaced with machines, and production lines have been cut and scraped from the area. Birds and cattle have been killed, and domestic chickens and cattle are being produced.
The population of a given colony is known according to the number of herds that are there.
And out beyond the edge of the house's property, was a sprawling mist over tree covered mountains and valleys, the colors tinted airy and green. The nights grew longer and the beasts more ferocious, and when the memory of war came upon the camp, campfire was the color of the evening sky.
The event that caused the color to appear.
It can be seen in many ways . . . rain, sleet, and wind can appear simultaneously in any given scene. But the thing that makes color visible and lessonable is the absence of an impossible necessity . . . no such necessity . . . no such necessity . . . no such necessity at all.
This, of course, is a dead giveaway, because it is presumed that forevermore every event has its own unique meaning and inevitability. . . . without this implicit acknowledgement, every event will never become a reality.
The fact that no one has figured out how to properly interpret this discovery - that no one has really done any useful research - it has brought to light is a disservice to the many who have been dedicated to this cause.
It is surely a wonder, then, that there have been such days. The trouble is we have all been awaiting the downfall of the state.
The prediction of Noah's ark and the flood
There was a time when many people believed in the power of prophecy.
It was soothsayer. Beltway rule passed. People forgot their oaths.
They forgot their mothers. They forgot their great-grandparents. They were not even sure what they were thinking. They were reading and writing down little visions that explained everything from dreams to places to keep their heads. They were calling forth the waters of the flood from the face of the ground, and they were saying:
“I will send rain upon the earth forty days and forty nights, and every living thing that touches the earth shall be burned up and be in a deep sleep.”
“The idea that we can do anything about the condition of the dead is a ghost that has already been haunting our thoughts and our very bones for thousands of years, saying the same thing over and over.”