http://www.idkfa.com/v3 idkfa: syndicated http://www.idkfa.com/v3/v_thread.php?thread_id=527&msg_id=655 Strange? A little bit. I try to write them down as quickly as I can, maybe that's why I can remember them in some detail. kaiden@idkfa.com (kaiden) Perchance to Dream Wed, 22 Sep 2010 00:35:26 -0800 http://idkfa.com/v3/v_thread.php?thread_id=527&msg_id=655 http://www.idkfa.com/v3/v_thread.php?thread_id=527&msg_id=653 Lol, hungover? AWESOME. Also, do you ever find it strange that you remember more dreams and with more vivid detail than anyone I've ever met? Scrotor@idkfa.com (Scrotor) Perchance to Dream Tue, 21 Sep 2010 23:17:23 -0800 http://idkfa.com/v3/v_thread.php?thread_id=527&msg_id=653 http://www.idkfa.com/v3/v_thread.php?thread_id=527&msg_id=527 So I'm being kidnapped, but not necessarily against my will. I'm in the back of a van with a row what looks like white waterproof sleeping bags, standing on end from floor to ceiling, packed with nothing that looks like bodies. We stop, someone tells me to get out. They hand me a bag, telling me "file this under Ilvan," and push me up a flight of stairs. The bag feels like it's light enough to have been packed full of cotton, but I'm careful with it nonetheless. At the top of the stairs, the door opens to what looks like a penthouse suite, except on the second floor in a nondescript warehouse building. What an interior decorator might do if they had too much space and too much money. I walk around, trying to find a filing system, or a door, or some sort of receptacle for my strange cargo. I walk by a single filing cabinet, seemingly out of place amongst everything else. It's labeled "I" at the top. I open it, and lo and behold, it has folders in it. I decide to open up my sleeping bag. It's contents are a single map, relatively new by the quality of the paper, with a slight red mark circled towards its center, a small, unmarked back of shiny metal gears and cogs, and a piece of wood with what looks like an intricate circuit diagram. "What do you think those are?" a woman's voice asks. I turn around to find a hard, impatient stare. "I don't know. Looks like the pieces of a broken kid's toy." "You're very wrong. Look again. I'll be back later." I pore over the map, the gears, the wood. The map is some place I've never been, never even heard of. I place it aside. The gears are more interesting. They're of a metal like nothing I've ever seen before. The most interesting is the inscribed piece of wood. Upon closer inspection, it's not a diagram for electricity, but instead a complex web of ideas and relationships that seem kaiden@idkfa.com (kaiden) Perchance to Dream Sat, 11 Sep 2010 13:17:31 -0800 http://idkfa.com/v3/v_thread.php?thread_id=527&msg_id=527