A little journey
I had another of my strange dreams last night.
I was on another planet at the far side of the galaxy. I know it was a long way from here, because the night sky looked completely different, and they had two suns.
The people there were very like us. They had elbows [ten of them]. Apart from that they were completely different. They were very friendly and had great fun showing me around.
They don’t talk there. They read minds. This means that language is no problem, but it is extremely hard to tell a lie too. That means they are all very honest and there is no crime as a result. They also have no solicitors or second hand car salesmen.
I wanted to know how I managed to get there without ageing thousands of years, but apparently they hadn’t bothered inventing time, so that did away with the ageing problem. Neat.
Technologically, they are incredibly advanced. Their version of Microsoft Windows even worked properly. They are highly amused at our struggles to cope.
I asked if they had ever visited here. They asked if I had ever visited the bottom of the pond in my garden. I said “no” and they said “exactly!” [or thoughts to that effect].
I awoke this morning and realised it had only been a dream.
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But what are those strange marks on the lawn that weren’t there yesterday?
Ask K8. She might have had a bit of a party while you were away on your hols’. 🙂
also meant to say that you might not have noticed them until today!
No. They weren’t there yesterday. I checked.
You obviously had a fall in the magic mushroom patch. Must have been a trip, I know of NO version of Windows anywhere in this universe or in the infinite number of parallel universes that works properly.
You obviously haven’t been to that planet. I can’t tell you its name, because it didn’t have one. You don’t need words for things when you use mind reading.
Did granny hit you with the frying pan again yesterday?
Probably. She does most days. But I was OK when I went to bed last night.
Very Star Trek indeed. Did you forget the pills yesterday morning? Or maybe the fried egg with yesterdays breakfast was a little too runny? No need to worrt though, whent he aliens start asking for your credit card number you know you’re in trouble!
It was only a dream.
Or was it?
You claimed that you checked to see if there were marks on your lawn that weren’t there.
So on Tuesday did you walk out back and look at the lawn and think or say, “Yep! There are no marks on my lawn that will be there tomorrow.”? or
Did you in fact go out back, see the marks and your brain decided that since you didn’t yet have the so-called ‘dream’ it merely swept any reference to the marks right out the kitchen door of your brain?
Sh*t!! You’re right Brianf. They must have given me the power to move about in time. So maybe it wasn’t a dream?
I wouldn’t have thought of Microsoft Windows in a technologically advanced world, a MAc would have done justice :p
I don’t know the story on that Aby. Maybe they were just showing me an equivalent that worked. The concept of The Blue Screen of Death utterly confused them. But then, so did the concept of Bertie Ahern.