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interior of the ex-planet

2009-03-23T17:01:00.000-07:00

The other day I slipped into a quick trance. (I have a very physical job, so this happens) In this two-second trance, I saw the Pluto, but not the way you see it in NASA photos. There were graphs and up-close images of the surface, and it looked quite inhabited.

The interior looked like a very hard and consistent metal (which may be natural for such a cold planet), and deep on the inside were these hollow layers. Whoever lived in there would have some pretty good protection from the outside.

On the surface were these structures, which I had some trouble drawing. They were not as huge, but I can't find a high-res picture of Pluto to draw them on. They were cities, apparently, encapsulated by these circular shields. They were like domes, but somewhat flat, and some of the cities were probably under the surface.

I understood there was some kind of war going on there, and the inhabitants of Pluto were in quite a pickle. The enemy was getting close to infesting one of their bases, and there was something about a 'queen' (who I assume is in the base)

It lasted about 2 seconds, then I woke up.

star of the show

2009-03-18T22:27:00.000-07:00

The other night I dreamt I was at a big concert, on stage. I was the 'secondary pianist', apparently. I've always been somewhat of a piano player. The primary pianist sat at this elaborate circular piano and I sat at the back end.

The primary pianist was in the middle of a song, playing at the forefront and everyone loved it. It was pretty impressive. I was in the back, fumbling with the keys. I couldn't seem to hit the right notes - I didn't even know what song we were playing. It sounded nice, like something you would want to be a part of, and I sat there trying to improvise a verse or two. It just sounded stupid when I tried to get into the song.

I sat for a while and then it was over. The audience loved the other guy. He stood and everyone clapped, and he deserved it. I got up and left. The clapping ended and I exited the auditorium alongside the audience, keeping a low profile. Nobody seemed to know who I was. A lady on a cell phone bumped into me and kept walking, and someone flicked a cirgarette butt in my direction.

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2009-03-15T09:46:00.000-07:00

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- stories
- dreams
- fringe science
- off-world life
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Used to have my own site but it disappeared because godaddy is the worst web host in the history of the universe and domainsbyproxy is the worst domain registry (they won't let me cancel my domain). I'll setup another site when I feel like it, but honestly I enjoy not being a webmaster.
I was the guy who created the 'Image Grid' - a Flash program you'll have to see to understand. It went down with the site, but right now I'm programming a new Grid in Java that will function on P2P and won't rely entirely on a server.