The Job to Build a Better Technology

Well I must have been getting desperate for a job or Barb must be getting even more desperate. Barb and I were petitioning to become Jewish citizens so that I could go to work building a technology plan for a new land. Barb had evidently set up for me to fill out an extensive application that was also testing. I was taking a nap and over-slept the appointment by a half an hour.  When I got to the table and started on the application they told Barbara they would have been upset if they had waited for too long and I had not gotten up and out there.  I filled out the papers while around me were many Jewish people that were doing various things that seemed to be of an important nature. 

It was a very long extensive set of documents.  As I worked on the paperwork a lady came up to me and made it known that she was the writer of the test and that it was important because indeed I would be writing a technology plan and that was far more important.  At that time I had already filled out page after page of information and testing.  I got to a page that had a long list of money figures listed in a column and I was supposed to do the math down the list in my head.  I looked around for scratch paper and none was offered.   The list looked something like this. 
     $12,458.34
   -    3,365.08
      +     24.00

Space Music

There were about a dozen of us that were residents of a space ship.  On this day our only means of listening to music was not working.  I was told about the situation and I was taking on the project of fixing the problem. A lot of the problem was PC based.  We had a PC built into a console at the front of the craft and I was troubleshooting it.  I did a bit of re-configuration and rebooted the computer a couple of times and it appeared that it was still broken and could not download the catalog of CD or Mp-3 files for us to play. I was a bit on edge as was the others.  Our music meant a great
deal to us. 

We had another piece of equipment, which was the main interface from which we chose our music and I started in on it next.  For those of you old enough to remember the diners that had the jukebox selections available
in a convenient table-top, bubble-glass miniature of the larger machine that is what I was working with.  For those of you that do not recall these machines I will attempt to draw a word picture for you.  Most of you must have seen a jukebox in your life time, you know the large bubble-glass and chrome machines where we punch a combination of numbers such as B-3 into and choose our music.  The difference here is that the one I was about to work on was a 12 inch miniature mounted on the wall. 

I rebooted this little machine as well. It generated an error which flashed by very quickly.  I did, however, get a printout of the error generated.  It was an exception 03 and further details were generated on a half of a sheet of printer paper.  I was looking over the details when I noticed a nozzle within the machine spraying a WD-40 type fluid on a silver-dollar sized area.  When this was done the machine was fixed and I was very relieved. The thought of living without music was not a nice thought.

A new way to shop but you better be good at hiding it!

I went around department stores from merchandise to merchandise, Jeans, glassware, knick-knacks and accessories.  I was not there to pick my size or particularly to pick my style I was there to add the hidden goodies that a person can obtain if you could go to the properties of the merchandise much as we would go to properties in a program or object on our computers. Choose the right option and you now have some goodies. Nice stuff!  Of course you must do this on the sly it is not going to be something that the stores or others would particularly like. The tough part is afterward however when I have to hide the article somewhere it isn't likely to be seen for a time while I cashed in on my haul.  If I did catch me they would know what I had done and look for other articles molested by me and I would have to turn everything I had worked for.  This was not something I wanted to do.

Cleaning up life - Not as it seems

I was on a cleanup detail with my two partners and we had sent in to clean out all the growing exotic bio humanoids that were in a particular area.  All three of us carried a powerful scatter gun and one trigger pull put out endless big time ammo.  I was left to guard the road and their backs as they made it through the growing field.  They stood some ten feet apart and watched that their shots were in front and not to the side where it could endanger their partner.  They used a wide scatter pattern and swept the ground at back and forth.  Between the two of them fully covering a good 30 feet wide path and in the middle overlapping so as not to miss a section.  They looked practiced and this was not something that was difficult for them.  As I watched and they cleared the land I could see the bullets popping up the brush and the small, dark and alien looking bodies of the growing brood. I wasn't pleased with what we were doing at all!

All about Dream Interpretation

From Ancient Man forward there has been a belief in Dream Interpretation. Dream interpretation is the process of assigning meaning to dreams. More specifically often the belief that our dreams can tell us about ourselves and possibly what may be coming for us.  Ancient Greece, Egypt and Rome all believed in Dream Interpretation.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation 
http://library.thinkquest.org/11189/drmhist.htm
http://www.springerlink.com/content/x6131582q56u735k/

Sigmund Freud later was a great believer in the meanings in dreams and most people to this day have heard some of this belief.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreaminformation/dreamtheory/freud.htm

Edgar Cayce was well known for his delving into Dream Analysis
http://www.edgarcayce.org/are/edgarcayce.aspx?id=2255

Now there is a wide range of beliefs that have grown around Dream Interpretation and most people have at one time or another wondered what their dreams meant and many have gone so far as to look into it through the Internet or Books and even Psychoanalysts have delved into Dream Meaning.

http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://www.dreamota.com/
http://bit.ly/aoA90O
http://www.dreammoods.com/
http://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/sleep/dreams/interpreting-your-dreams.htm

Psychics are now offering their help in our understanding of our dreams.
http://www.psychicguild.com/dream.php

Scientists are studying our dreams.
http://health.howstuffworks.com/mental-health/sleep/dreams/interpreting-your-dreams.htm

There is also Jewelry created around this topic.
http://www.experiencefestival.com/dream_dictionary_necklace


So dig into all of this at your leisure and as deep as you might want starting with these links and then find what you believe and find more specific links. If you do this please share with me and the readers of this blog.  I would be very interested in knowing what is found.

Elevators, Building Tops and a bit of death

I was at a University and running around from floor to floor and building to building.  Floor to floor was done in a series of Elevators.  Some going half the full distance a switchover then goes the rest of the distance. This sort of system done to speed up the overall time for all passengers.  I was after the gold.  There was a game interface on the inside of the elevator cabin and on the outside on the wall near the elevator.  For those of us that knew what to do we could tap the proper sequence on the interface and collect the gold that was there for the taking.  Of course I had to ride the elevators because as greedy as I am I wanted all the gold in every building in every way!

After some travel around the system of elevators and buildings I found myself in the position of trying to keep myself away from anyone that might know me.  I felt that I was not to be seen.  Much of the feeling to stay hidden came when I saw a fellow die right in front of my eyes.  His arm up to his shoulder was in the Elevator door but as most elevators do it did not open for him instead it continued on its multi-floor travel ripping his arm and shoulder off to plop at my feet.  Later I saw it had done more damage than I had first imagined and he was laying dead on the floor with blood gushing from a large gaping wound.  For some ridiculous reason his tie stood out in my mind and I could see what used to be a very classy and colorful tie now a blood smeared mess.

Instead of sticking to the elevator as meant to use I was now moving around the system but on top of the elevator through the hatch at the top of the elevator cabin.  I could then also see some of the havoc going on from floor to floor when the elevator would stop and I could see through a sliver of eye space. After some time I found myself on top of one of the buildings and I was about to die.

A Great Way to Go and also The Children Tucked Away

                                    A Great Way to Go

I was motivating down a sidewalk on my rear-end.  It was as though this was the only good way to get from place-to-place with speed and style.  The few things that made this odd was that there was a man beside me that I was passing on the right and somehow I felt he was doing something to irritate me.  The other thing was that I was holding a pair of pliers in my right hand and dangling something off the end of them.

The Children Tucked Away

This night I was visiting a lady that was a friend.  We were in jovial conversation.  I was talking to her and said hello to her children.  I talked first to her daughter, which was tucked away inside of a makeup container about the size of a small Noxzema jar.  It seemed normal enough at the time.  She made mention of her brother and I looked over to see him tucked safely away in a small, elongated box about 9 inches long that was made out of a thin cardboard on two sides and see-through plastic on the other two.  It reminded me of the plastic boxes some times used to wrap roses.