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"Once was dead, dead again"
On 4/21/2012 at 10:25:09 PM, Bryan started the thread:
*sigh* That's amore, folks.
Msg #1: On 6/2/2012 at 2:29:33 PM, Carnotaur3 replied, saying:
The fuck? Bryan, are you okay?
Msg #2: On 6/11/2012 at 9:59:42 PM, Bryan replied, saying:
Aye. Just remember one thing: let a sleeping dog lie.
Msg #3: On 6/30/2012 at 1:53:31 PM, Bryan replied, saying:
I've changed things. Forever. There's no going back.
Msg #4: On 7/6/2012 at 1:35:24 PM, Bryan replied, saying:
My dreams are becoming more vivid, more linear. Or are they just becoming so intense that I am still able to remember them come the morning?
A few nights ago, I dreamt I was a wizard in the Potter universe, and it was my job to beat Nagini and her plans to continue Voldemort's conquest after his defeat. I had to enter Voldemort's castle--which consisted of long rooms built for one purpose another (sitting room, museum, game room, etc.)--connected by stairs and elevators. Near the top, the long, plush rooms disappeared, replaced with musty brick tunnels and the sensation I was being followed. I check an empty room and prepare to leave when the snake confronts me. One side of the room opens like a garage door, revealing a cloudy blue sky. I engage Nagini with my lame-ass wand. Eventually, I am joined by a large group of young wizards and we take to the skies, defeating a gradually more amorphorous Nagini above the tower in an epic blaze of glory.
Last night, the world as we knew it ended. I woke up with all intentions to start my day as normal. But the sky was dark and would not lighten. My electronics refused to work. And everywhere people were being corralled into specific homes. Aliens had arrived and the world did not fight: it immediately surrendered. I remember being frustrated that I could not see my girlfriend (I'm married now, but I had a girlfriend in the dream) and being frightened and amazed that finally the lives we knew would never return. I was trapped in a house with more than a dozen people and a handful of playful cats. I remember the day getting brighter at last, the pressure clearing. But the shackles were still there. A street, a house that belonged to someone I knew, that someone having a now-illegal lunch car, which could be disassembled in the event of an emergency check...which happened. No one stirred or made a sound, not even me, when the alien authorities--whom I never saw--took him screaming from the yard. I don't remember much more. I do remember wishing I had had more respect for the life I used to have, that I had enjoyed it more. Despite this terrible cough, despite the anxiety of waiting for a job offer, and despite the fact that I'm in a fucked up place in my relationships with people, I'm just glad I have the freedom to go where I please, look at what I please and do what I please without the interference of a space-faring society bent on domination.
Msg #5: On 8/3/2012 at 10:10:02 AM, Bryan replied, saying:
So turns out the old tropes about women and their inability to handle emotions is true. I always thought it was just a stereotype, or part of the outdated female culture that all but disappeared with the whole girl power movement. Women today are stronger, more aggressive than they ever have been...and yet they are still slaves to their emotions. God damn it.
Msg #6: On 9/6/2012 at 3:55:59 PM, Maester replied, saying:
I don't like elephants either, bro.
Replies: 7
Msg #7: On 9/8/2012 at 8:48:11 PM, Bryan replied to Msg #6, saying:
That's very poignant. Thank you.
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