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It's 3am. I rarely wake up from a dream this vivid and obvious, but often when I do I'll get up and write it down immediately. BTW, my computer is ALWAYS on. I couldn't find the "Dream" thread, so what the hell, I'll start another. And I figure many of you will appreciate this...
1. Where I work, we've got several old Mac Performa 5115's. For the uninitiated, these are a model of "all in one" Macs, similar to those new iMacs, but in the classic "Platinum". They're kinda goofy looking and weren't very popular, but before I got to this company, they bought three or four, and now I've "retired" them and replaced them with laptops. We took the case off of one of them and made a "sculpture" out of it and it hangs from the ceiling by the front elevator looping a Director piece. The case is in pieces on the floor of my office. We're a weird company.
2. My parents live in a small town in New Jersey, where I grew up. Last year we cleaned out a ton 'o junk from their basement in order to make room for our preps (it needed to be done anyway). Once a month the town picks up junk from in front of everybody's house. Garabage pickers will swoop down on the junk and grab anything of remotely any value before the garbage trucks make their rounds.
3. When I was growing up in said small town, there was a family named King that had about a million kids. In hindsight, I guess they were OK, but I never really liked them. They lived in this kind of big, spooky house on a hill. The kid a year younger than me went out with my Sophmore/Junior year girlfriend after she and I broke up. The kid who was my age was named Stephen. Stephen King. You can imagine what kind of shit that poor kid had to put up with. He was a little bit of a bully.
The dream -
I'm at my parents house. I put a bunch of Mac Performa 5115's out on the curb for the garbage trucks to pick up the next morning. It's even so vivid, that the Mac with the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker on the side is to be seen. I feel kind of bad about putting these machines out for the garbage, but I also think that maybe someone will come by and take them and maybe be able to put them to some use.
The next morning, I look out the window, and there are pieces of platinum computer case strewn all over the yard, the street, and the neighbors' yards. It looks like a massacre, or, if I may, a Macssacre. I'm pretty mad about this, so I go outside and decide to look for the perpatrators. I even see a broken case with the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker.
For some reason, I slide on my belly down the street (hey, it IS a dream) until I get to the intersection, and there I see three of these King kids DRESSED UP LIKE THE KILLER BEES FROM THAT OLD SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE SKIT, with baseball bats in their hands, whacking away at the junk on other people's curbs. I throw the piece of the computer case with the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker on it and hit Stephen King in the head. They all turn to look at me and...
...I wake up!
I think about this dream for about three seconds and then I "Get It" and literally start RIMBLMAO (rolling in my bed laughing my ass off). THE BUGS HAVE BROKEN ALL THE OLD COMPUTERS!
-- pshannon (email@example.com), January 26, 1999
I couldn't sleep either so have been updating myself with the Y2K net info.
I came across your posting. It is great.
I had a good chuckle.
With that said I think I shall quit now and give my brain a rest.
I shall go off to bed with visions of bugs whacking the hell out of all the old computers.
Tee Hee Hee!!!!!
-- bullfrog (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 26, 1999.
pisces. pshannon could only be a pisces.
all I dream about is Y2K shopping... somebody will put something I need on sale at a great price and it's gone by the time I get there.
-- lisa (email@example.com), January 26, 1999.
Actually, I'm a Scorpio...
-- pshannon (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 26, 1999.
I'm a good example of a Capricorn gone wrong.
Hardliner gives off Scorpio vibes.....And Diane seems like either an Aquarian or Libran.
-- lisa (email@example.com), January 26, 1999.
the "interesting dreams" thread was started jan 22. it's about the 7th one of the day, if you still want to find it. but it's better to start a new one every couple days or so.
-- jocelyne slough (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 26, 1999.
This is totally weird...I don't really remember my dreams, but last night I drempt about *the* Stephen King. He was just standing there, beside an old Underwood typewriter. He looked much too thin. I know this has nothing to do with y2k, but it's still weird....
-- Sub-Mitt (email@example.com), January 26, 1999.
"Do do do do, do do do do, do do do do, do do do do..."
(to the theme of "The Twilight Zone")
-- pshannon (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 26, 1999.
A little diversion "can't hoit".
On a more serious note. Be careful of "junk" you throw out. Some may have value you can't now imagine, after Y2K.
-- x (email@example.com), January 26, 1999.
Dream Analysis 5 cents.
pshannon, a polly's in a another thread compared Y2K to other conspiracy non-events. One of those non-events was the killer bee scare that never really materialized. (conflict of emotion. Is Y2K for real?)
Also considered the claim that today's Mac is the only Y2K compliant computer on the planet.
Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols died (before his time) of drug overdose (if memory serves).
The junk in the basement tossed to the roadside probably represented your youth (past) which was replaced by the Y2K preps (future).
This may be a stretch but... King/Koskinen both evil spinners of tall tails? LOL
The icons within the dream are all circa 1970, when a lot of the enterprise systems in use today came online and when you probably were in your teens.
To quote another SNL alumi...Of course I could be wrong.
MoVe Immediate (Ain't dreams cool?)
-- MVI (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 26, 1999.
My Sun sign is Leo, my Moon sign is Capricorn and my Ascendant sign is Scorpio. I used to do natal charts with a slide rule when I was in college and my favorite astrology book is titled You Were Born on a Rotten Day!
My latest, unfathomable dream opens on a featureless plain that extends to the horizon (this is the only part of the dream I can relate to real life since I am currently reading a novel that takes place on the Siberian tundra).
I am with several other people, but I either didn't know in the dream or can't remember now if I knew them or even if they were men or women or how many there were for sure, but I'm pretty sure that there were only two of them.
We shared a pup tent of dark olive green and all slept with our heads at the open end, but no part of the dream happened when we were "sacked out". I do remember that I had several cans of Coca-Cola stashed under where my head would be.
We were all out on the plain, sort of roaming around when we came across a set of railroad tracks. As we watched, two cars that were coupled together came rolling down the tracks from right to left. The one in front was an empty flatcar and the second was one of those "hopper" cars that are like a basket with a hollow inverted prism to hold the cargo. They seemed to be "sailing" before the wind, but not so fast that we couldn't easily run alongside and climb aboard. I knew that we had agreed that this would be a lot better than more walking but I have no recollection of us doing so. We got onto the rear of the second car, and worked our way forward through the empty space between the side supports and the inward sloping outside of the "prism" until we got to the front of the car. We climbed over the coupling to the flatcar and walked to the front where we sat with the wind rushing through our hair as we sped across the plain. Suddenly, we plowed into something soft and it got dark. We were back in our tent.
Then I woke up.
I have no idea why I should be posting this to a Y2K forum unless it was the hypnotic power of the line on my CRT that said, "Contribute an answer to "Dreamscape..." and I have no idea what sort of response (if any) to expect. Let's just call it an undefined experiment of "letting go" in cyberspace. If you will remember, I have disavowed sanity and I'm the guy who asked Jack to swear that he wasn't Gary North.
-- Hardliner (email@example.com), January 26, 1999.
Well, since this is anonymous.... Over the years, I have had dreams and DREAMS. On one occasion I was on an airliner that was taxiing out to the runway. I clearly thought I was on my way from Chicago to LA. As I looked out the left window, I could see fuel or oil streaming back over the wing near the engine. I tried to get the stewardess' attention to no avail. The plane accelerated into the takeoff and just after rotation (wheels off), the plane rolled hard left. I could see straight down into a field. Strangely, I could see someone in a truck in the field. The crash was a bright amber flash, no pain, just light.
The next day an airliner crashed in Chicago in exactly this fashion.(Left engine fell off on takeoff.)There WAS a person on the ground killed. Can't prove it of course. But I was 'on' that airliner.
As for Y2K, I recently had a much less dramatic dream. I was talking to two ?beings/angels/people? about various religions. They were instructing me in what was erroneous (better term might be 'incompleteness') about each religion. At the end, there was a discussion of great ?choices/changes? to come. I remember clearly saying, "then disaster WILL come" because I felt we wouldn't make the right ?choices/changes?. These beings merely nodded their agreement. They did seem to feel that the outcome was possibly unsettled and could change.
-- RD. ->H (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 26, 1999.
LOL! pshannon. I just had a fit of uncontrolable laughter (the kind you try to supress but it gets worse) and my son was quietly sitting behind me reading a book, I had some explaining to do. It's not helping the image of a Y2K nut they have of me.
I love reading those dream threads. Dreams are so wierd, I can never explain mine. I don't think they're any wierder, I just can't write as good as some of you guys ;-)
No Y2K dreams I can remember having lately, when I finally fall asleep I'm exhausted and fall into deep slumber where dreams are smothered. Y2K worries keep me up still.
-- Chris (email@example.com), January 26, 1999.