Field commander, University student, Faster-than-light dreams

   Dream diary update. Tonight's dreams are fresh in my mind, so I want to record some more details. Earlier I dreamed about being some sort of active field commander, like General Patton. This pretentious dream idea may be from the revelation by mom Wednesday night that she had used some genealogy web to trace our ancestry back to an English king from Northern Scotland (, i.e., a Highlander lol.) I asked her if we were still related to James Madison and she said yes.
   Just now I had a dream in which I was back in classes, which were much like Purgatory. The first classes were in Advanced Inorganic Chemistry and Advanced Biochemistry. I did predictably well in them, since my natural eccentricity is not a liability in the lab and Chemistry was really my gig at University anyway. The last class was filled with math geniuses of varying nationalities. I got the impression they looked down on me a bit. I tried to hide the fact that I hadn't done the take-home quiz, and that I had brought raw meat with me in my backpack in case I became ravenous. During class he had me deal with some chemical hazard that was in his chair. I stood and reached for the light at the ceiling and it filled all of space as I awoke.
   Awake, I immediately went to door to let Smoky kitten in from the cold and he scurried up squawking to me. I had reminded myself to let him back in before passing out on the couch with the other 2, Skanky cat and Snooky kitten.
    In my dream before class I had briefly joined 2 other genii to discuss a theoretical framework to explain faster-than-light particles by using limits in an affine space to describe spacetime itself.

In the waking world I've been toying with the idea for weeks now that the speed of light is only a subjective limit that changes when one becomes aware of 11-dimensional reality in M-theory. I was unsure until now whether the concept has any merits. ;)

Asian contractor, deadly puzzles, jolly embalmer dreams

Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been real gruesome horror show stuff where I usually awaken alert at exactly 4:30 AM with my heart thumping. Wednesday morning I had a dream where I was helping North Korean spies and Chinese Security agents by performing autopsies on other Asians. Most of the corpses were fresh but not intact, of both sexes. I was basically an independent contractor they brought in to try and explain what killed them and tore them apart.

   Thursday morning I had a dream that was all puzzle boxes and deadly trick rooms. The puzzle boxes were different from the Hell-summoning puzzles from Clive Barker's Hellraiser series. Nevertheless there was something diabolic about them and the way they completely fascinated me. Much of the dream was about my careful studying of every detail. The trick rooms were much like the trick rooms in the Saw film series.

   Friday morning (today) I had a dream where I was an embalmer, presumably to handle the wet works from the previous dreams. This one wasn't that bad. I was happily married with a young daughter looking forwards to Christmas. Work was slow so in the dream I played cards a lot with the guys at work who ran the incinerator.

The idea behind this dream is a personal sense of cosmic irony I think. I'm not naturally gregarious. I don't have a family of my own other than a few cats that I take care of for my mom. Finally I don't plan on being embalmed myself or to pay for a full burial. I've always planned near the end to go off by myself in the woods and share myself with predators, ie cats snakes, wolves, and crows, etc.