It’s been a while I don’t wake up and write down what I just dreamed, let’s see how well I remember the dream I had this morning.

It seems the episode of south park where the elderly people take over the town to recover their driver’s licenses, in a funny way has some truth to it, old people wake up fucking early, some of them get things done while we sleep in, some of them just wake up on a saturday morning at 6:30am and start yelling at their TV.

Last night I went to bed at 3am coding language support for SnowRSS (yay finally) and this morning, the old man that lives next to me, who fucking speaks yells to the TV everytime he sees what he considers a bad sport player “Get Rid of Him, That son of a Bitch” (with an italian accent), woke me up just now, at 7:30am, If he only knew the tv can’t hear him and he rembered that he’s yelling, I would have a much better story to tell you now.

From the dream, I just remember I was either talking or thinking that the NSA (National Security Agency) owned the Human Genome Project, also they owned Google because they needed to know more about people’s life for one of it’s purposes.

In this case, it seemed the government had a project where all this information could be used to factor humans with specific qualities to target different problems. Let me explain,
If they for example needed a human being that had certain characteristics phisically, and certain mind characteristics for a task they foresaw in the future, such as the creation of a nanoweapon or something very different but equally important to them, as the creation of a political leader, etc.

The government would use their data on people’s behaviour, social background, relationships, and their genetic data, to be able to know which people should get together to live (at different levels, who should be friends, who should live together, who should leave you) to “naturally” engineer special human beings… this means, suppose you were born in 1980 and you had a certain cultural background and social interaction, and you were one of the key factors on the creation of this special being, they would run your data (genetic, social, cultural, academical, profesional, tastes, shopping behaviour, medical, etc) against thousands of people found to be usable for this project, then with the outputs of this computations they would find someone else born in 83, in certain region of the world, would be convenient to marry you so that you can have a child with certain characteristics which in turn could either be THE ONE, or part of the next process for the creation of THE ONE.
I know I’m crazy, but I think everything is possible, and once again… this was a dream.

If this match wasn’t needed in the next few years, they could run this algorithm in several other possible couples in all the world to find a match for your would be children, and so on in as many necessary generations, until they’d finally have that perfect person for that important role.

Then they would use their tentacles to have you live and work and certain places, meet certain people, etc (remember the power they have, remember other people might be engineered to be part of the process of engineering of others), it’s almost as if we were genetically pre-programmed, that we all had a purpose.

So that’s what I remember from this dream. Things I’ve watched this week:
• South Park every night
• V for Vendetta
• Lost

I’ve also thought a lot about the Matrix, how I think a lot of people in the Matrix were just programs that had a purpose, and how in a way, Agents were like Garbage collection systems, entitled to delete unreferenced objects from the memory of the Matrix, they talked a lot about purpose, when Objects aren’t referenced by anyother element in a system, it means they’re done with what they’re doing, and it’s the job of the Garbage collector to clean unused memory, I think that’s what the Agent’s were in the matrix, a much more higher level version of Garbage Collection inside that massive interactive neural simulation.
Gotta love that fucking movie.

From what I remember I was playing Capoeira in the Dream, and I would go over and over to the Roda, I guess this has to do with my teacher telling me that I have to play more in the Roda and loosen up, I gotta get more games, so I was doing it on the dream, and I was enjoying myself.

Then I was on an airport, an american airport, and I had just come to the US, and I kept thinking that I had to go back to Venezuela because my mom was telling me she didn’t want me to stay too long.

Somehow as I got to the airport I was really loaded with money, and I decided that I would just send money right away, I wasn’t going back, it was too much risk (cause my country is now being overtaken by comunism)

So I was looking towards the runway and then I see the weirdest shit ever. This woman was laying down on the floor, actually floating very close to the floor (facing down), she had a red tshirt, and bright blue shorts, white sneakers, she was blonde, she had a “pony tail” on her hair, and then she started moving her arms and legs, as if she was swiming like a frog, and she quickly started going forward on the runway, and then I knew my mom was with me in the airport, and I turned back and said:

“Shit mom, look at this, I’ve dreamed about doing this, come quick you gotta see her, I can’t believe she’l flying, and this is not a dream, this is real life…”

I kept thinking about her being like a superwoman, the first on real life, and I was looking at her doing her thing. I went outside, and then she started flying upwards, and doing circles over the airport, and I was marvelled.

Then as I was part of a website, on the upper part of the screen, there was a small score window, with two indicators, EI and EF, the EI had a number and a green bar next to it, and the EF had another number and a red squared bar next to it.

Somehow these numbers meant money and stress level. And then I saw the woman’s indicators, and she had shitload of money and she had 0 on her stress indicator.

So I told her, “teach me how to fly!”, and as she was leading me through the runway, I was flying maybe only about an inch above the runway and my money score was going down very fast, but my stress level was going down very slow.

Somehow, I had children, they were cheering for me, “Fly daddy! Fly! You can do it!”, and as I flew close to the ground, I’d see these 2lt plastic bottles (yeah like soda) and they were in colors, green and purple, with the bold, capital letters “STRESS”, and they were all empty.  So I figured out she would drink this to get rid of her stress, but now that I think about it, it’s probably the opposite, I must have drinked them all cause I couldn’t fly.

The blonde woman looked very much like my girlfriend (bodywise), but her face was like of a 40something woman, then she took me to a rooftop, and she grabbed me by the hand and told me to believe that I could fly. We started running towards the border, and of course, I didn’t believe, I said to my self, she’ll just push me up.

So she took me up, by my left arm, and it was so real, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening… and then I don’t know what happened, and I woke up, and I was pissed and smiling at the same time, silly me… how didn’t I know it was a dream all along.

Last night I dreamed I talked on the phone with my childhood friend Raul (hope he’s doing fine), I wanted to do business with him since Howard Stern had gone to Satellite Radio, I thought the next wave for radio would be Internet Radio on WiMAX phones.

So we agreed to meet at this location of his… (more…)

That’s how I call this dream I had, which turned later into a nightmare.

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Last night I dreamed about me being a detective in the future, or that’s what it seemed, I can remember only one scene about this dream.

We were interrogating a guy. I was being helped by 5 other robots like the one on that movie i-Robot. We all had samurai swords, and periodically slashed the guy so he would talk.

All of a sudden, a cellphone rings, and then one of the robot get’s a call from another robot, and they start having a very weird conversation, where they specified distances, and detailes in very specific units and they would also joke about funny metric conversions. Robot Humor, Cellphones, Samurai.

Conclusion: Robot Humor, I don’t know why. Cellphones, I saw a movie my gf did, and it mocked cellphones and marketing. Samurai, a friend got a tatoo based on a ninja symbol, probably we had ninja sword in my hands. The circle, 5 robots plus me, I don’t get it, and why we were slashing the guy while he was on a spotlight, very weird.