Mar 18 2010
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Fact Vs Fiction
Over at Mysterious Universe, Micah Hanks has an intriguing new post (that covers the UFO issue, in part) on the curious phenomenon of fiction writers unconsciously predicting future fact. There’s surely a book in all this that Micah would be the ideal candidate to write!
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March 18th, 2010 at 10:38 pm
Mysterious Universe is a great site and that’s an excellent Micah Hanks article. Thanks Nick.
March 19th, 2010 at 3:43 am
‘Ey you, Redfern – never mind writers unconsciously predicting the future! Wha’ about writers invadin’ my dreams – even though I’ve stopped try’n'o deliberately invade theirs! – only to then palm me off with orange juice an’ keep all the milk for themselves – y’b*st*rd!
Just woke up, 7.30am UK time, from this dream where I was about to go through this white rimmed doorway while this taller guy was attemptin’ the same manoeuvre.
Doorway – very esoteric Janus doctrine – very boundary feature – very portal between realms!
So I turn to look up at this guy, thinkin’, “‘Oo the bloody hell…?”; thinkin’, “I know that face…”; thinkin’, “F*ck, Nick!” and you’ve got this slightly amazed but highly tickled expression on your face as if to say, “Where am I?” and, “Oh, so that’s what you look like!”
Then I suddenly grab one of your hands – the left one, even though it’s further away – and I’m slightly surprised because it’s not quite as large as I expected for some reason; it’s by no means small, but not the size of an industrial shovel,(but y’know what they say about guys with giant hands – they take less time to scratch their balls!).
Then I find myself almost hypnotized by the details on the palm: the various lines and crosses are remarkably similar to parts of my own palm; but then you suddenly snatch it away from me an’ I say, “You did that in case I could see anything in it!” i.e., palm reading style.
Then, whereas in the last dream you ended up moochin’ off me, I now start tellin’ you it’s very important – for some strange dream reason – I get hold of milk; and the next thing y’know, you’re seemingly breaking into this dairy products wagon and I’m sayin’ “You’re not go’n'o get in trouble over this, are y’u? It is your van, isn’it?” as if you’re a milkman with your own round! “If it’s not yours it is a member of your family’s?” but you seem to find the whole thing – especially my alarm – utterly hilarious.
Then you rummage around in this lower, slightly ajar compartment, yank out this titchy bottle of milk that wouldn’t cover a cornflake, slam the compartment door shut so I can’t get in and laugh uproarioulsy as you pour ‘all’ the milk in the bowl you’re now suddenly holding.
It’s only when you realise how urgent getting hold of milk seems to be to me that you start sympathetically rummaging around inside the compartment again, only to reveal there’s no milk left and bung me a bottle of orange juice as a consolation prize, laughin’ your head off when you see how outraged I am.
Anyway, I’m sure all that was dead cosmic in some way – the dairy wagon was obviously a highly disguised UFO or men in black style limousine; and if y’mix black and white together you get ‘grey’, and since the milk was white there’s a half grey er half-human hybrids theme; and milk’s from cows, and you sort of mutilated the bottle it was in; and the bottle was titchy – just like a grey’s titchy, an’…my god, it’s all becoming clear now!
Anyway, speakin’ of things becoming clear, I’m clearin’ off meself, now, but before I do, remember this: if it turns out you’re about to be framed by Greg for the crime of Grand Theft Dairy Wagon – it was foretold…it was foretold…
March 19th, 2010 at 11:14 am
Hey Alan:
Er….what…? LOL
Once again, you have me stumped for words! Whatever you’re smoking, it’s working!
Interesting you had the dream prior to 7.30. For me to invade your dream, presumably I would have had to be in the dream-state too.
However, last night, I was interviewed on Don Ecker’s Darkness Matters show and didn’t even get to bed until 3AM my time (the show started at midnight); which would have been 8AM UK time – 30 minutes after you woke up.
So, I was actually still up awake when your dream ended. So, I’d suggest this was an internal experience of yours; not my sleep-state soul traveling the Atlantic to steal milk!