Nucleus

I attended a ceremony at a hospital in honor of…some kind of good Samaritans. A younger-looking women gathered our attention with a small bell and a speech about how Nucleus (their organization, I'm guessing) is not self-centered; rather, it is simply the core around which Samaritans work and that business-wise, their organization is structured more like a sphere than a circle.

They even had a 3D diagram on display to help explain, but it was all done in purple and red so it was a bit hard to tell what it was all about. After her slightly ominous-sounding speech, people were free to get food that caterers had set up on a few small tables. I tried getting pizza but somebody who actually worked for Nucleus wouldn't let me because I "wasn't a proper guest". 

With that, I decided to walk around outside to try and find somewhere to get find something I could eat. There weren't any restaurants, but I did come across a car show with an interesting centerpiece: a working Volkswagen made almost entirely out of wood and pieces of scrap metal. The tires were collections of bicycle tires, the seats were backboards from mattress frames with cushions attached, the side view mirrors were set in old (cooking pots?), and so on and so on. What was really cool about the car was its radio; a miniature jukebox was mounted into the dashboard and partially remodeled to play both vinyl records and pick up radio signals.

This car was far from the only car at the show, but it was definitely the most popular. I don't even like cars all that much and I felt like I had looked over every inch of the car that I could without getting inside. And to top things off, I woke up before I could find anything to eat.

A Large Beetle

I woke up in my room and felt like I hadn't slept at all during the night. I could see but I couldn't really move anything other than my head. For one reason or another, I felt as if my eyes were closed during this event.

Looking around, I saw that the room  was pretty bright,  as if the room was filled with sunlight. My curtain fluttered and I hoped that my window wasn't really open in real life. A very large beetle (it seemed like it could possibly be a foot long) came in through the window and crawled around on the wall. It fluttered its wings as it sat and eventually it flew onto the shirts that I had hanging in my closet. It buzzed around, finally coming to a rest on the sleeve of one of my jackets. 
 
I don't have any problems with insects but there's something about seeing a foot-long beetle in your room that just seems unsettling, especially considering that I could hear its wings flutter as it flew around. The beetle in question. I've seen these beetles in my yard and occasionally in my room, and they only get to be about half an inch long or so. Thankfully.

Short Yet Confusing

A man from the sky tried to mug me, right outside my house. I was walking across the street to see my neighbor and I could hear a loud whistling noise. He landed right in front of me, brandishing a knife and demanding I give him my money. I said that I didn’t have any money so he just sort of…leapt back into the sky and vanished behind a cloud.

For whatever reason, I woke up right after this. Sometimes the shortest dreams can have the most impact, I guess, because oftentimes it feels like I have trouble waking up sometimes.

High School Blues

I was in some sort of classroom, or what looked like one. You know, lots of desks and posters on the walls and all that. The teacher was an older lady that wore clothing covered in complex patterns but I don’t remember her face well. I can recall that she was fairly short and a bit on the heavy side, with very silver hair.

 Everybody acted like they knew me and were wondering why I had been absent a lot lately. I didn’t even know where my usual seat was and it almost seemed like they thought I was on drugs when I sat in somebody else's spot. The teacher sat at her desk and walked around the class and talked practically the whole time, probably enough for it to be an English class. Eventually everybody started getting up and walking out, so the class must have been over (but I didn’t hear a bell). 

A few of the students that were talking to me in class came up to me and offered to walk with me to class because, in their words, I still looked a bit spaced out. So we walked across campus to a large stadium looking building. Classrooms were where the stadium’s locker rooms would normally be, and this one looked like it was going to be a math class. I say that it might be a math class because I took a quick look around, saw some numbers written on the whiteboard, then decided to get out of there. 

A man in a suit asked if I would be showing up in class for once but I ignored him and kept walking. Strangely, I went into another classroom which also ended up being a math class. I stayed there for a while but there was only two other people in the class besides me. The class finished after I did a worksheet about plotting lines and apparently I was done for the day. I didn’t know how to get out, though, so I wandered around in the main building and eventually I found a film class; it was basically a small movie theater in a classroom and everybody was wearing those black 3D classes. They shouted at me when I opened the door and I woke up quickly after that. I didn’t even get to see the movie.

So apparently, I'm a delinquent. Neat.

An Odd Broadcast

I should have posted this earlier.

Last night I fell asleep listening to a few relaxing songs that I have on my computer. The only thing I could hear was the music, but eventually it stopped. A blue-ish light hit my eyes and I opened them to find my computer missing and my television on. Normally something like a computer missing would be cause for alarm, but I just didn't feel it.

I looked at the television and there were several men in suits sitting around a black table, like it was some kind of press conference. The sound was a bit muted or static-filled...or something. I had trouble making out exactly what they were saying and what I did hear was honestly a bit confusing. 

From the center of black holes come waves that were previously undetectable. These waves are signals that were roughly translated into the DNA sequences of countless species of plants and animals, including humans. A significant portion of the translated signals were geographical data; tiny parts of the universe like star systems and galaxies, coded in long strings of coordinates in four dimensions.

What couldn't be translated, the scientists argued, were likely concepts of existence that we simply could not comprehend with our level of understanding. As they spoke they grew increasingly agitated with each other, to the point where they were practically shouting their theories to each other and to the crowd. Reporters were eventually shown on-screen sitting in the front row of a decently-sized crowd but everybody was just sitting and staring at the arguing researchers  in stunned silence.

When I woke up today, I looked up a few articles about black holes and found this fun little tidbit:
The Black hole information paradox suggests that black holes can retain or transmit information about things that become trapped within them and that a form of energy called Hawking radiation may be able to be decoded into that stored information.

Dream 0

I've been a bit lazy lately with keeping my dreams written on paper, so I'm starting a blog as a change of pace. Hopefully things will go better this time, so keep your fingers crossed.

The oldest dream of mine that I can still remember was from around the time I was in kindergarten. This was back when I would walk the mile or so down the road to the school with my mom every day, which I liked very much for some reason (I guess I wasn't so lazy back then). The dream was very grey and looked almost exactly like it would have in the real world, but large pieces were missing.

Pieces of buildings, the ground, the sky...almost everything had chunks taken out of it that were filled by a soft blank "void". Needless to say it was a bit worrying to my innocent 5 year-old self. As we walked my mom said nothing but did avoid the patches of nothing that we passed and motioned that I should do the same. We came to one of my favorite parts of the walk soon enough; passing over a large concrete creek that ran beneath the highway. I don't know why, but places like that have always interested me.

Sitting on the guard rail was the largest and most brightly colored pigeon I had ever seen. It's chest was a colorful mix of pink, blue and green and its eyes a vibrant yellow, though it looked a bit oblivious to the situation. Without thinking, I reached out to pet it and to my surprise it actually allowed me to. It did not coo o. All it did was sort of bob its head back and forth as pigeons do and after a minute of my little self pestering it, it flew away. Being so young at the time, I believed that I had actually met this pigeon in real life when I woke up and I was a a bit disappointed when I found out otherwise.

I guess that's just how life works.