Giving up the Names

A man came into a classroom which I was in and asked for a particular book from whoever in the classroom had it.  It was a signed specialty volume and no one spoke up about it.  I didn’t have it.  The man made it obvious that if we did not do as he said that there would be punishment on the entire class and his body language matched his words.  I was worried but I could understand someone not giving up book.

The man went out into the hall and a fellow on the other side of the room started to choke the lady in front of him.  I sat doing nothing as did the rest of the class.  By the time the man had come back into the room the lady was slumping at her table between the other people sitting there and the man had the book to hand over.  He did so and we found out that it was just the beginning.

There were a list of names and a list so involved that nearly everyone in the room would have one of them.  I noticed as a person came across their name they handed it over to the man and he took a small gadget and put it by the person’s face. The person was either passed out or dead and I was among those that feared that it was the latter of the two.

Besides handing over the name there was a list and it had to be filled out perfectly. I was talking to someone next to me about filling this out and the man came around and pointed out what was filled out by a few others on the line which was the word fifties.  I was afraid of punishment so I reluctantly signed the sheet and gave over my name and the man put the gadget next to my head and as I started to fade away I croaked out, “cocksuckers.”  

I woke up in another classroom where evidentially all of those that had submitted to the gadget went.  We were afraid to do much as always there was the fear of punishment and of even worse and greater technology.  I started talking with pride about my swearing at them on my way out and no one else having the balls to do so and I was holding close the fact that I had yet another name they wanted or at least I knew where the name was.

We were afraid to do anything at all and at first afraid to speak in the room.  As time went by we experimented and someone ordered take-out food from a guard at the door and he seemed to go for it so I ordered a large cheese pizza from Godfathers pizza.  Others ordered raspberry desert and just a whole array of food.  We did not know we could go outside the door that led into a sage and sand valley until we looked out the window and saw someone so we all went out and pretty soon there were motor bikes being ridden and others doing about anything that one might want to do in the sand.

Making mock Humans

I was working at a saw mill.  It was my first day and I was learning my job from another fellow.  There was a rubber belt nearby that would carry bits and pieces of wood that were scraps.  These could be ragged pieces that were 3 inches long and had several pointy tips or it could be a piece that was four feet long and looked like a good piece of 2 X 6.   I was being shown that my job was to assemble these pieces together into small mock humans.  In other words I used larger wood and cut holes in them so they could cross together and make a base and then a piece of wood could stand on top of that and so on until I had as good a mock human as I could get from feet to finger nails.

The fellow teaching me was very, very good and evidently had a lot of experience.  He could take a piece of wood and mold it expertly into something he needed for one of his humans.  He could take sliver three inches long and know exactly where it would fit on his sculpture.  I had to ask him if the point was to always make a full human and he said yes.  The fellow I was working with wanted to show off and went and got a sculpture he had put together out of this wood that was a decked out motorcycle chopper with extra long exhaust and it looked amazing.  A little later I needed to know how I could go to the restroom.  I was taken down to the restroom which was a roughly enclosed square about 40 feet on each side that had dirt and some in mounds other in big holes and that was my restroom.  I went in to pee and saw another fellow getting up from what must have been more than a pee and I thought to myself I better bring a roll of TP with me to work.

Rubber Balls and the Bus

I was in a classroom and during class I was rolling all sizes of rubber balls down the rows.  We got out of class and my rolling continued in the wide halls.  However I had to be stealthy and I wanted a lot of balls out there.  I would throw them when no one was looking and it might be a pea size ball and then again with a large tennis ball size, of course this was all when no one was looking.  I also would lean down and tie a shoe and drop a few balls on the floor.  I wanted the whole environment to change and be my balls.  I had just dropped a few balls when I tied my shoe and a man came by and he asked me if the universe was going to end.  I could then feel that I was in a somewhat religious environment.  I told him that I thought it was but I did not know when and that I would have to investigate.

A bit later in the morning I caught up with the man as he was in a hurry to a meeting and I told him that I had looked it up and initially I got information to follow up called "The butterfly circle" and something called CA which was the field of study.  The man hurried off with that information.  Later he and many others of us were in a bus heading off for an event.  In the bus I had asked if there were any good places to go on a date around the area.  I don't recall getting good feedback.  Later we stopped into a place that I am not absolutely sure of its reason for being but I and quite a few others of us were just in waiting mode.  I told one fellow I was going to ask one of the guys behind the counter if the good game was in the back room.  I just wanted to see what his reply would be.

There seemed to be a lot of workers mostly all women and a few came in while we were waiting but we were waiting a long, long time.  Toward the end of this everyone went outside to leave and I was left inside and I remember that I had been feeling that I would not be going on a date because I was just too fat and I could not really get hard easily so it was just too embarrassing.  I stayed in the business and I was barefoot and I started looking at the bottom of my foot and it had a giant blister bubble that I peeled back and under it were several blister bubbles that I could scrape off with a knife.  A man told me that this was something that happened and that I had to get them taken better care of.  He asked me if I had used some anti-bacteria goo that was on the wall in a dispenser and I said no but I did then grab some and smear it inside the big blister bubble and then on the outside of it and the rest of my foot.  He asked me where my shoes were and I told him I had not brought any and he said I needed to.  I then went outside as the bus were leaving and they waited to let me in to the bus where it was already very crowded.

I was along with a bus load of others on a field trip. We had taken the bus out to a wooded area. Where the bus parked we could see a bulldozer moving quite a bit of dry brown earth, could hear the large engine there. When we got out I could see that others began running away toward the forest looking under trees and so on so as I followed and watched I could see that much like a egg hiding for Easter hidden among the roots of the trees were vegetables, well actually at first I just saw a tomato. It was a nice looking rather largish beef steak tomato.

Someone had grabbed it so I went to another tree and as I made my way I could see one fellow kneeling down eating his tomato. I then found one of my own and then another and another. Then as I moved around I saw large, very large tomatoes that were on the green side and the size of footballs. I kept working my way back from where we came in as did the others as they fanned out. We had gone significantly far away now but there were still tomatoes and then I found huge egg plants and more tomatoes.

I was thinking that there wasn’t any way that we would be able to move through the forest as we were unless there was much of the earth moved and the small brush removed but as it was I could move quite freely further and further. I could move left and there was a road heading one way back at an angle and other roads going here and there. I wasn’t sure how to get back now and it worried me some but I wasn’t extremely frightened. About that time I saw a large machine like a bellows and oven running a short distance away. It was very large and seemed eerily to fit in this odd landscape

The days of the other time

My wife and I went to our earth in another time in the future.  I recall lying down and almost waking fully several times and finally came out of it fully about the same time that she did.  We were in a kitchen of a home and my wife was doing daily chores such as our coffee. I asked her what she thought of the fact that we had stayed in bed two days before getting up.  She shrugged her shoulders and said nothing while continuing her work.  I noticed that a nearby heat vent was now putting out warmth and I thanked her for turning on the heat.  It felt good standing over the vent and warming up.  I walked around the kitchen and caught movement out of the side of my eye and I rushed to see what it was.

I saw a boy about twelve hurrying away toward the back of the house.  He was obviously frightened and he flashed bright green on his legs and back and then it filtered to most of his body.  I caught him by the shoulder and yelled out to Barbara.  I could see I frightened him and I was now not so frightened as I could easily see it was a child so I let him go and I made gestures to indicate that I was sorry and that I would not hurt him.  I backed off but the kid stayed.  We were soon joined by what I assumed was the boys family, a mother, father and several girls of various ages from early teen to early twenties.

Slowly we and they tried to communicate but it was difficult as the verbal language that the family spoke were not the English of my time.  We did notice that we could speak a bit, combine it with body language and made some progress and I noticed that I felt at times I could "hear" thoughts.  I worked on that feeling a bit and found indeed that I could communicate pretty well with just my thoughts.  The first thing I had said is that we were not there to hurt anyone.  It was important to me that they know this. Then I inquired as to who I was speaking with.

Soon the family was all sitting around the living room in a half oval while my wife and I were on the floor.  My wife was not saying much and was letting me take the lead.  I was half lying on the floor looking up at the family and felt a warm glow as I communicated knowing that I was being accepted for the strangeness that I was to this family.  Soon communication was no issue at all and it flowed as did normal conversation.  I was full of questions.

There was a knock on the door and I was hushed.  The person at the door was invited inside and I stayed with my back turned to them hoping that they would not know who or where that I came.  I noticed that the person was speaking with authority but could not understand the exact nature of the conversation.  I did get a glimpse and could see that the fellow looked stereo typically of Asian descent.  I motioned to my wife of what I had noticed and had thought that it might be picked up as a put-down by others.  The fellow left and it was explained that the person was indeed from the authorities but that it was alright.

As I settled in a bit I said to the bunch that I knew that they had daily lives to attend to and that I did not want to interfere.  At that time several of the kids had decided to leave and the father of the family had decided to stay home along with the mother.  I was burning with questions and I asked the most pressing.  My wife and I had both wondered why the mountains that we could see were all squat and fat, not the towering mountains of my time.  This was not really known and I was asked in return why I asked and I explained that in my time they were much taller and were often active volcanoes.  I asked then about the advances in curing cancer and again the notion of cancer was not known and I explained that it was runaway growth in cells that caused a tumor.

My Aunt and Mind Control

I was in a place where others I found were able to take control of my surroundings.  I had taken my aunt with me and she had disappeared.  I was looking to safely get her out.  It was mind control being thrust upon me and my mind would turn to mush and I could not string together good thoughts to get anything done.  I was fighting it and I had all the motivation in the world which was to help my aunt that I loved dearly.  I was walking down hallways and made it to what I thought was a sleep quarters and was yelling out, "Lila, are you there?" I kept going up and down the corridor and finally my aunt yelled out from a bunk on the far end, "Yes I'm here".

There was a thin sheet hanging in front of the bunk and she stuck her head out.  I started to help her up and she was explaining to me that she had been gone to somewhere else and that she was just senseless until just now.  She had at first heard me but could not answer and finally was able to fight through enough to call out to me.  I kept lifting her up and we started to walk.  I then started getting sensations of drifting away and could not control it.  I used music to try to get myself under control and I ran a mantra about how awesome music was and how much it meant in my life. It seemed to help but I just did not ever get to the end of the hall.  

Snake Sliding

I was among the many sliders this day.  Let me describe our slide area.  Imagine a gentle slide of water that went down 25 feet.  Sit down at the top and take the slide down.  It was as simple as that except there was one more addition.  Snakes were known to be around the entire area.  These were venomous snakes, you know the kind that might kill you? Yes those kind.  To get to the top there was a cement step with metal railing walkway up.  Here too you could take a snake strike. 

Some days the snakes seemed to ignore the commotion and you would see not a strike.  Other days it seemed they made up for the quiet days and tried there damndest to hit anything moving.  This day was one of the more active days.  As always there were onlookers that were cajoled by the sliders to join them.  I guess I should say join us because I too was a slider and had on many occasions. 

I had made a skillful ballet of a slide and got no action.  I needed to get something from the bottom area so I started walking down the rail and BAM I took a strike.  I had decided to wear heavy gloves on my way down and it was a good thing as this feisty biter was nailed right to the side of my left handed glove.  I had felt the impression of fangs on the strike which means another fraction of an inch further and I would have taken it right on the hand.  Now that I had a longer appendage of a left hand with the snake trailing off over the side of the railing I tried to get myself free by using the railing to rub the snake off.  

Lock down Dorm and Unbearable Heat

I was in a lock down college campus.  And when I say lockdown I mean exactly that, we could not get out as we were being forced to stay.  I had heard of several offenses they said and we had all done crime, mine was manslaughter.  I understood why I was there but I also knew that what I had done was the right thing morally.  I had been there only a short while and was lucky to get a bed that was in a wing off of the main corridors as it was more private and not always as hot or cold.

On this day we were all trying to survive the hot.  People were trying to do something, read, study, play games, talk, do something to keep their mind off of the heat.  I was sitting on another person's bed in the main area and talking to two young men across the short space between us and where they were sitting and listening to conversation from the two people to my left.  We had another lady in the middle left of us all ignoring us all and reading.  The two young men and I were talking about the heat and I decided to go to my bed and get my math book as I could sure use the time on it and I was afraid of the punishment that would come with falling behind.

When I was there I also picked up a campus magazine that had been put out.  I also noticed that I had a fan that I had not remembered that I had.  I took it back to where we were all hanging out and asked for help to get it all back together as it was in the form of a long vacuum cleaner type hose and end attached to a larger section.  The young man across the way got it put together.  I asked the two of them if they would like the fan pointed their way and they said sure.  About that time I noticed that they had evidentially made a pact to end their lives and ride out the short time afterward that they knew would come to do something they had dreamed of they wanted to do.

We knew from a lady further up the dorm that when a person died there was a short time that was enjoyable that you could do anything that you could imagine and then after that she said there was a quick but mellow change of state into being dead.  These two young men had allowed themselves to succumb to the heat just as I set up a fan to point at them.  The two of them turned a whitish color and then I saw them go to the window that was nearby and outside I could see that there was snow on the ground and makeshift goal posts with a jump line.  They came down a hill dressed to ski and jumped up and toward the high mark of a jump.  One fellow made it over and landed hard on the other side, the other fellow hit the pole and fell to the ground hard.