Robot @ MindSay 
In this nightmare, something big was destroying my town. Everyone was fearful for their lives, but things calmed down as soon as people thought that the threat was gone. When everyone came out of hiding, they discovered huge piles of corpses. It didn't take long for us to find out what had made these piles; huge, robot-type things. They started chasing down everyone, killing them, and throwing them into these piles. It was like some sort of new age holocaust brought upon by a robotic Fuhrer.
I was all alone in the nightmare. I didn't have a family to run too. I kept searching for people who would help me, but no one would. When the robots came, I managed to find three teenagers who said I could stay with them at their house. We ran and ran for miles, dodging body parts, and occasionally stopping to hide from the robots. We eventually made it to a small neighborhood. Trees had been uprooted and houses destroyed.
As we ran towards their house, I spotted in the distance this thing... it was hideous. It was about 18 feet tall and all hunched over. It had a deformed human body, but a child's head. It's mouth was filled with chipped teeth, but they were all razor-sharp. It was chasing after a couple of people and was gaining momentum. It pounced on this man and began tearing hunks of flesh from his back. The man was screaming and trying to escape, but he was trapped under the creatures huge, taloned feet. The monster leaned down and tore his head right off and spit it out. I had seen enough and continued running.
We finally had reached this house and we all stepped inside. There were 4 people there already - a mother, father, and an aunt and uncle. They didn't seem relieved or happy to see the kids at all, but they weren't angry about it either. It was like they were indifferent to the children's safety. Nobody acknowledged me, so I sat down on an old, brown couch by a window. Only when I had calmed down did I realize that I was inside my grandmother's house. I was filled with sadness, because my grandmother had died a year ago.
I immediately woke up as soon as I realized it was my grandmother's house. My chest is still a bit tight and my hands are a bit shaking. I was going to wake up my dad, but I figured I would let him sleep since it's only 7:00 AM.
I hate seeing things about huge disasters or the apocalypse. I don't like to dream about it or watch TV about it. I don't like the idea of being abandoned or being in some building somewhere, hiding, and worrying about whether my parents are alive or dead. It scares the hell out of me. It terrifies me.
i find this absolutely amusing......finally, some thoughts on motherhood, eh?
so, what does a good mother entail? well, it is a mother who loves her own children that she is willing to let go of her own frustrated values or beliefs and let her kids be who they really are....KIDS, not some machine of a kid she carefully manufactures. a good mother is never perfect, but she listens and looks at how other mothers have raised their kids, but look no further than their own mothers. if other mothers aren't such good mothers, how come you marry into a bad brood? if, in your opinion, you have the best mothering skills, how come you come into one that you despise the most?
i disagree that a mother should not work for a living. it is a choice, a hard one at that but i am willing to do it, but never at the expense of my children. while they are in school, i run and work a few hours a day, nothing is sacrificed except my siesta time....which works for me because it helps keep my weight and my bank account in check. i cannot understand people who are fat and lazy, who refuse to work on the lame excuse that they have more important things to do than help themselves. if you can afford to not work, while not asking other people for dole outs...lucky you.....i wish i could do that, and still send my bills to someone else.
got work to do, if i didn't, nobody would bail us out everytime bills don't get paid. :(
I had this dream about robots, or androids or whatever you want to call them. They were created to look and act exactly like humans, there was at least one robot-lady who was a creation of a woman who died and was exactly like her.
They were exactly like regular people, except for the nature of their creation.
In order to create one of these robots to have them act and be exactly like regular people, with real emotions and not synthesised emotions, one needed a real human heart. I went to a conference where the robots were talking about how the government won't allow them to use hearts that have been donated to people who need heart-transplants unless the donor specifically requested their heart to go to the creation of a robot when they died. The conference was about trying to change this law, to make robots as eligible to receive hearts for new robots as humans who needed heart-transplants were, and also to convince people to leave their heart to the robots in their will.
I wasn't convinced. I had nothing against the robots but I couldn't see why they should get the hearts over people who really need them who are dying.
There was a little bit of drama going on. The woman-robot who had the personality and looks of the woman who died couldn't have children the traditional way because she was a robot, so she had a robot-infant built. But her husband, who was also a robot and who, in the dream, I became for a short time, (when I wasn't me at the conferance) made a mistake. He showed someone else other than his wife some ball-bearing which was part of his innards? That's the best I can explain it. It was while I was him and I didn't understand the issues of robot-decency. And because of this, she was divorcing him.
She was divorcing him when I wasn't the woman's husband anymore and just me, but because of the divorce and the baby, there was a custody-issue. The husband was getting the baby, but the woman was distraught because she wanted the baby desperately. I felt bad for her.
I tried to reassure her by saying, "He'd be a good father." But then we both realised that this was not true, so I said,
"He'd be a competent father, and could become a good father." This WAS true and she knew it but it didn't do much to reassure her because she still wanted the baby for herself.
I said, "But he's a robot baby. How will his bones and his muscles grow? How will he grow up?"
I had the idea that the baby's conciousness will periodically be downloaded into a new body that was slightly older every year or so, but I had the feeling that this was not what they would do.
I never got the answer, though, because the dream ended.
There was a moment of the next bloody dream of robots "harvesting" hearts from humans who were still alive.
Baby nephew Seth is not the only new addition, however, a very special dinosaur also joined the family on New Year's Eve:
Shrek - a Pleo dinosaur
Our nephew David & Shrek. He loves to be scratched behind the ears.
Shrek singing & dancing Christmas songs (an added feature)
It finally arrived! As the truck pulled up, I greeted the men in brown pants with this simple question...."Anything for Birdie" and happily ............for them and for me....they handed me a small brown package...Happily for them..........because it was one less corridor they had to walk down and happily for me because now....finally....I won't get lost and I can explore Arizona....
I am now the very proud owner of a Gamin Nuvi 680 navigational system that actually tells me when I am in error ....turn by turn...How fantastic is that? No yelling...no having to ask for directions....just finding my way with perhaps just a few frayed nerves but intact at my destination....it even tells you where all the stores are ... All I have to do is say....Let's go to "Best Buy" Jeers...and off we go..
It is rather humorus that I have this new Bluetooth technology system ...and I have to mount in my little bugger...Toyota Echo...I meant "bug"....
I will have to apologize to my trusty Echo later...I don't want her feelings to be hurt on these highways...gulp... She has been faithful to me for far too long for me to badmouth her...but that's another story...
This morning I am reading the manual....How do I interconnect it all.....traffic news, cell phone...playing music....Couldn't all of that multitasking on freeways be dangerous?
Another thing I wondered about.....I ordered it on line.....They said new...and I do want to trust the merchant in New Jersey but why was the box opened?
Oh well.....I am just going to not think about that one and start to think about where I should be ordered to drive today......I will not do anything today but listen to voices...I hope the voices are patient with me. Yes Jeers...turn right at Drinkwater....okay Jeers...1/4 mile...next???? next????? what the???? Okay now turn at Johnston avenue west??? which way is west??? you mean left??
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