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09-11-2017, 02:27 PM
20170910-Dream-The Tesseract Prison
8 AM PDST
06:30 Local Sidereal Time
I am in a pen with walls of chicken-wire. It is raised up in the air with a hard roof, and a round concrete floor beneath. The chicken-wire has a very large weave. The holes are big enough that I can get my arm through them. Even though there is a cow, a goat and a couple of chickens inside the pen with me, the floor is spotlessly clean. There is a single large alphabet letter “B” in the center of the floor, and four more letters just outside the pen on the concrete sill at the compass points (A, R, O and U).
The chicken is talking to me.
“You have to press the buttons in the proper sequence to get us to the next level,” says the chicken. “We have to get out of here as soon as possible.” The cow, the goat and the other chicken are nodding in agreement. I am looking through the chicken wire at a sunny country scene. There are abandoned fields, but no roads or buildings in sight.
“Why can’t we just tear a hole in the chicken-wire?” I ask.
“Moron!” says the chicken, “If we go through the chickenwire, none of us will ever see our proper homes again. We have to unlock the prison one level at a time. So press the buttons when I tell you. First B, then O, then U.”
I press the buttons. The chicken explains that it could have pecked the first one, but it needs my monkey arms to press the ones outside the chicken-wire.
When I press the “U” the chicken-wire walls rotate sideways and yet down at the same time. It is like looking through a prism and twisting it. The world changes outside the chicken-wire. It is now nighttime at the ocean.
“Holy Mother of God!” I exclaim, “We’re inside a tesseract!”
The prison is different too-- The cage and concrete floor area is larger. It seems to be a larger slice of a sphere. There are still 5 letters on the floor, but the letters are different.
“Why aren’t the letters in alphabetical order?” I ask the chicken.
“It doesn’t work like that,” says the chicken. The cow, the goat and the other chicken shake their heads in agreement. “It’s like when you type a street name into the navigator of your Prius. There are fewer and fewer options the more you type.”
“Wait—You can drive a car?” I ask.
“Try to focus,” says the chicken, “and start pressing buttons. N, then T, then I.”
I press the buttons, and the second prison walls fold away and down again. We are in a larger slice of the sphere. It is now daytime in a desert outside. No roads or buildings.
We press 3 letters at each level for five levels, and each one is a larger slice of sphere with a different location outside.
On the last one, the chicken-wire folds away and we are at the edge of a farm near a road. The cow, the goat and the chickens and I are standing on a circular concrete pad that has no letters.
“Thanks!” says the chicken, and the cow, goat, and other chicken nod their heads. “We’re going to Mil Base Bounty now.” It points its beak. Across the road, there is a barbed wire fence with the usual “Government Property – No Unauthorised Personnel” sign on the barbed wire.
“Why a military base?” I ask
“The food is a lot better,” says the chicken. “You can go where you like, but you better get off that pad before the prison reactivates, or you’ll have to figure out the password yourself next time.”
The animals are somehow already on the other side of the barbed wire, heading into the military base. I go the other way to the farm, which I somehow know is named “Bountiful Farm.” Dream ends.
Comments:
It was pretty cool to be inside a tesseract. Why only five levels? A tesseract would have eight cubes of 3D space folded together through 4 or more dimensions. Whoever designed the prison nested desolate locations together in the tesseract.
No walls needed--Even the chicken-wire was just a courtesy. The chicken was right. If we had left the prison by jumping to the ground from its raised location in any of its dimensions, we might never have been heard from again. “Bountiful” was supposed to be the password, but it does not have enough letters to open 5 levels (15 letters needed).
The chicken knew everything and understood it all completely. And it could talk. Not your usual chicken.
The other animals could understand, but couldn’t (or didn’t) talk.
I have never been a Roman Catholic, and have never said "Holy Mother of God."
We escaped to arrive at ‘Bounty’ or ‘Bountiful.’
There actually _is_ a "Hill Air Force Base" located near 'Bountiful, Utah.' I have never been to Utah, except to pass through the SLC airport on a trip about 10 years ago. I have no idea how good the food is on that Air Force Base...
Oh! and I just realized that the chicken is crossing a road--to get to a military base on the other side? In the dream, it is an asphalt road with no line down the middle, and the military base is on the other side of a thick hardwood forest, so it is unlikely to be the actual 'Hill AFB.'
Possible meaning;
I have been trying to figure out retirement before it is forced on my wife and me within another 10 to 15 years. It is a complex, multidimensional problem, but I will be able to figure it out. All I need to do is find the right...chicken? And I will arrive at Bountiful...
8 AM PDST
06:30 Local Sidereal Time
I am in a pen with walls of chicken-wire. It is raised up in the air with a hard roof, and a round concrete floor beneath. The chicken-wire has a very large weave. The holes are big enough that I can get my arm through them. Even though there is a cow, a goat and a couple of chickens inside the pen with me, the floor is spotlessly clean. There is a single large alphabet letter “B” in the center of the floor, and four more letters just outside the pen on the concrete sill at the compass points (A, R, O and U).
The chicken is talking to me.
“You have to press the buttons in the proper sequence to get us to the next level,” says the chicken. “We have to get out of here as soon as possible.” The cow, the goat and the other chicken are nodding in agreement. I am looking through the chicken wire at a sunny country scene. There are abandoned fields, but no roads or buildings in sight.
“Why can’t we just tear a hole in the chicken-wire?” I ask.
“Moron!” says the chicken, “If we go through the chickenwire, none of us will ever see our proper homes again. We have to unlock the prison one level at a time. So press the buttons when I tell you. First B, then O, then U.”
I press the buttons. The chicken explains that it could have pecked the first one, but it needs my monkey arms to press the ones outside the chicken-wire.
When I press the “U” the chicken-wire walls rotate sideways and yet down at the same time. It is like looking through a prism and twisting it. The world changes outside the chicken-wire. It is now nighttime at the ocean.
“Holy Mother of God!” I exclaim, “We’re inside a tesseract!”
The prison is different too-- The cage and concrete floor area is larger. It seems to be a larger slice of a sphere. There are still 5 letters on the floor, but the letters are different.
“Why aren’t the letters in alphabetical order?” I ask the chicken.
“It doesn’t work like that,” says the chicken. The cow, the goat and the other chicken shake their heads in agreement. “It’s like when you type a street name into the navigator of your Prius. There are fewer and fewer options the more you type.”
“Wait—You can drive a car?” I ask.
“Try to focus,” says the chicken, “and start pressing buttons. N, then T, then I.”
I press the buttons, and the second prison walls fold away and down again. We are in a larger slice of the sphere. It is now daytime in a desert outside. No roads or buildings.
We press 3 letters at each level for five levels, and each one is a larger slice of sphere with a different location outside.
On the last one, the chicken-wire folds away and we are at the edge of a farm near a road. The cow, the goat and the chickens and I are standing on a circular concrete pad that has no letters.
“Thanks!” says the chicken, and the cow, goat, and other chicken nod their heads. “We’re going to Mil Base Bounty now.” It points its beak. Across the road, there is a barbed wire fence with the usual “Government Property – No Unauthorised Personnel” sign on the barbed wire.
“Why a military base?” I ask
“The food is a lot better,” says the chicken. “You can go where you like, but you better get off that pad before the prison reactivates, or you’ll have to figure out the password yourself next time.”
The animals are somehow already on the other side of the barbed wire, heading into the military base. I go the other way to the farm, which I somehow know is named “Bountiful Farm.” Dream ends.
Comments:
It was pretty cool to be inside a tesseract. Why only five levels? A tesseract would have eight cubes of 3D space folded together through 4 or more dimensions. Whoever designed the prison nested desolate locations together in the tesseract.
No walls needed--Even the chicken-wire was just a courtesy. The chicken was right. If we had left the prison by jumping to the ground from its raised location in any of its dimensions, we might never have been heard from again. “Bountiful” was supposed to be the password, but it does not have enough letters to open 5 levels (15 letters needed).
The chicken knew everything and understood it all completely. And it could talk. Not your usual chicken.
The other animals could understand, but couldn’t (or didn’t) talk.
I have never been a Roman Catholic, and have never said "Holy Mother of God."
We escaped to arrive at ‘Bounty’ or ‘Bountiful.’
There actually _is_ a "Hill Air Force Base" located near 'Bountiful, Utah.' I have never been to Utah, except to pass through the SLC airport on a trip about 10 years ago. I have no idea how good the food is on that Air Force Base...
Oh! and I just realized that the chicken is crossing a road--to get to a military base on the other side? In the dream, it is an asphalt road with no line down the middle, and the military base is on the other side of a thick hardwood forest, so it is unlikely to be the actual 'Hill AFB.'
Possible meaning;
I have been trying to figure out retirement before it is forced on my wife and me within another 10 to 15 years. It is a complex, multidimensional problem, but I will be able to figure it out. All I need to do is find the right...chicken? And I will arrive at Bountiful...
