Inception & Dreams

Hey Crab-people,
I watched Nolan's "Inception" movie for the second time the other night and enjoyed it tremendously. I gave the ideas in the film a lot of thought, and, after a bit of consideration before my head hit the pillow, I began to focus my brain to have a dream within a dream. I didn't know it to be possible; in fact I believed it to be impossible until fellow CRAB Len Crabitz shared with me that he did indeed pull the feat off. I thought that was a bloody ridiculous lie, but I found myself waking up in a dream, meaning I had a dream within a dream. I can remember waking up and where I woke up in the dream, but sadly forget what I was doing and how I awoke. I do know for a fact now that this is possible; awesome.
The following night I had focused quite hard on having a dream that I wanted to dream. I supposed I'll share the details even though it makes me look weak. I wanted to have a dream that I met a particular beautiful woman (as pictured below) and so I did. I dreamt that I saw her, Danny Radcliffe, and Rupert Grint standing near an exit on a middle/upper layer at a New York Rangers Hockey Game. My Mother had taken me for she knew I loved the Rangers, and so I saw them standing, froze up, but forced myself over to the crowd. Harry Potter walked away, quite rudely, actually, but Rupert and Emma continued to stand there. I approached Emma and pretty much ignored Ronald, but it didn't matter. I looked into her eyes, which grew larger than normal and turned orange (kinda weird, kinda cool) and told her how gorgeous she was. She smiled so I smiled, then I asked her out and she said yes. Successful dream.
So I began to then figure it was possible to control all of my dreams. What I dreamt about, who was with me, where I was, all that nonsense. I tried last night and to my surprise it failed me. I forget what I was dreaming about, but I think I killed myself in the dream on purpose because I awoke quickly to a bright cell phone screaming "3:28 AM". Perhaps I didn't concentrate hard enough, or perhaps I need practice. I think certain things may be impossible to dream about, for instance I have never been able to dream about Heaven. And I've tried.
I took a psychology course once. My professor was a goofy man, but as wise as Gandolf the Grey. We never learned about dreams though, so everything I am saying is based off of my personal experience.
With the last paragraph being completely pointless, I will end with this. I do not think Inception is possible now, I think more technology will change that in the near future though. I hope to one day plant in Brett Favre's head that I'm his son, or plant the idea "I suck and should fall off a high tree" in Cory's head. Plenty more where that came from, so I hope someone will use the comment section to do so.

STUPIFY, AVADA KADABRA

PACE! - J.G.

Almost Done the Second Book: Thoughts of Power

A big thanks to J.G. Crabitt for doing the Potter post for the fourth in light of my internet ordeal. As I was reading the 2nd book today, I thought semi-deeply about powers and the glimmers of hope I have had throughout my life.

Have you ever thought to yourself, I might be a superhero? 

Well, earlier today and many times prior I observe things that maybe to the average human I believe may be in some instances invisible.  These unnatural observations have led me astray from better judgment, but sometime it feels good to say in my mind hey there’s still a shot I’m a freakin superhero.   It’s never just one occurrence it’s always a string of them.  Say I drop a sledgehammer on my foot (completely hypothetical), one would expect black and blue marks, swelling, and possibly disfiguration of a toenail.  However, this week I get away with no more than just slight discomfort, comparable to an uncomfortable pair of shoes.  So I observe this and I’m thinking dang I’m wolverine, yes!  Though sarcastic, the thought still enters my mind.  Two days pass and I am at work minding my on business when without warning my senses all begin to heighten.  Why can I see and read what the sign at the back of the store displays?  Why can I not only smell, but also decipher what customers had for dinner as they walk past?  As the night progresses my vision enhances yet again.  When I walk into my house after lights out, avoid turning on any lights as my eyes adapted instantly and I can see everything.  I close my self in a closet, just to rule out moonlight for my mind is becoming frantic with possibly super human glee.  Dreams laced with Déjà vu, fill my mind when asleep and when I wake.  I can see vapors unseen by any other.  The vapors are consistent with what I picture midi-chlorians to be; the substance of the universe or force within the Star Wars universe.  “Yes, I have finally tapped into my Jedi power,” I say to myself before my brain can stop me. 

So I can see really well and I didn’t get hurt once, give me a cape cause I’m gonna do the world some good. 


May the CRABs be with you,


DiCrabs Out.