Random Dream (Seven)

In the future, humanity relies more on genetically modified humans and eventually creating humans from scratch (i.e. test tube babies). Fast forward 200 years in the future and humanity is pretty much a new species, but with greater flaws. Humanity's Godlike ambitions has left severely exaggerated humanlike weaknesses. These weaknesses are known as the 'seven human flaws', which mirror the seven deadly sins. They are: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride. Although small at first, the effect has been amplified through the years. The government hastely tries to correct the problem by using machines that can counter thought processes. The problem is that some people have more than one of the seven flaws, and the more they have, ironically, make them even less human. It also appears someone is aggravating the process resulting in even more exaggerated flaws. One person is thought to be behind, who has every flaw and wants to bring the world down. I, in the dream, have the flaw Wrath and use a machine known as a Soother to correct my problem. I break in to a government facility where they are running tests on people. They have lists of everyone and their flaws. They also have future dates of extermination if rehabilitation doesn't work. They also have notes of humans infertility due to no natural born humans for centuries. Humans will die off soon unless they can reverse the infertility or somehow rework the genetic makeup so the flaws disappear. Either way, most of the human population is dead.

Random Writings, 500 word exercise - Code Name: ICE (Part 2)

“It’s not that complicated of a system,” he said calmly. “One world up and one world down. That’s it. We don’t know why that’s the way it works, but that’s what it is.”

Valentine continued to stare at the drawing. It had a circle labeled “brown” with an arrow pointed to another circle labeled “red.” Then, from the red circle was an arrow drawn to another circle labeled “green” which also had in parentheses “(Earth).”

“So all these circles up there are planets?” Valentine asked. “Is that red one Mars?”

The short man that had been talking nearly fell over with anger.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said?” He asked pointing at Valentine in a threatening manner. “Yes, they’re planets, and no they’re not in this dimension. I can’t point in the sky where they are because they’re not in this universe. How many times do I have to go over this with you? Kat, take over for me. I’m done trying to get through this human’s thick skull.”

“Yes, Captain Masuda,” Kat said obediently. “Try to keep up, Jack. We’re only going to explain this once more before you just have to learn as you go.”

He hated his name Jack. He wished people would never use it. Agent or Valentine was much more mysterious and that’s what he liked to be. He decided to force all the thoughts to the back of his mind so he could pay attention to Kat.

“Our universe is like a room being lit by a single light source,” she began. “It illuminates everything, but is stopped from continuing on by the walls, floor, and ceiling. These give our universe a physical boundary. There is another universe right next to ours. It has a room and a light source as well, but is completely separate from ours. But because it is right next to ours, it shares one of our walls. Now imagine someone takes a drill and creates a small hole in the wall. Now the light from our room shines into the other room, and the light from the other room shines into our room. This has effectively created a way to travel between universes. This is what happens. We have a parallel world, sitting in the exact same location as Earth, orbiting a Sun just like ours, but is inhabited by a much different species than human. These different species can be civilized, but most of the time their monsters, out for personal gain. We try our best to contain these interdimensional rifts that pop up throughout the world. Does that make any more sense?”

Valentine thought for a moment.

“So is there a room that you drill holes to test your theory?” Valentine asked.

She looked at him dumbfounded. “That was an analogy Jack. An analogy. I was speaking figuratively. Are you seriously asking if there’s a room wh-“

“I was kidding,” Valentine said. “Don’t freak out. I think I understand. There are multiple universes

Random Writings, 1000 word exercise - Code Name: ICE (Part 1)

The breeze blew gently through the dark alley. It was a strange breeze, colder than air should have been at that time of year. Strange things had been happening for the last couple of months so this was just one more thing out of the ordinary.

He looked down the well-lit street. Cars were parked close enough together that running between them might pose a problem. He had a feeling that whoever was hiding in the alley didn’t want to be found, let alone caught.

He had lost track of his partner during the chase, so he wasn’t sure whether he should wait or act. His code was to always act first, never be acted upon first. If someone makes a decision for him, it takes away his freedom to choose his own mistakes. Without that power of free choice, a person would never learn from the mistakes made, but rather the mistakes created by someone else’s decisions. He wasn’t about to let that happen.

He breathed a heavy sigh and peered around the corner into the alley again. He couldn’t make out that much besides a dumpster and a couple doors. Both doors were more than likely firmly shut at this early in the morning. That meant there was only one way in and out. It was silent except for a soft humming sound. That was odd. No sound at all. He returned his back to the wall and listened for any type of sound. Nothing.

He placed his finger in his ear and wiggled it around. He could hear that sound it made. He didn’t want to make too much noise, but he got the feeling all the sound around him was being drowned out by something. That, or the air that acts as a medium for sound was refusing to cooperate. That sounded crazy.

He couldn’t waste any more time. He had to act. He already had his gun in his hand, but added a flashlight to the other hand and turned it on. He turned the corner quickly and his powerful light barely illuminated the blackness of the alley.

“DCPD, I need you to step out from wherever yo-“

He saw the creature before any sound was made, but it was too late. It was travelling in slow motion toward him, cutting through the icy air. Every step it took, a crackle of ice sheered through the pavement. The walls were being ripped apart by crevices, filled with liquid water than almost instantly freezed, drive a bigger gap into the already fragile walls. Everything seemed on the verge of death.

In this instant of surrealism, his finger managed to find the trigger 6 times before the beast was on him. The force hit him like a truck. The creature clawed at him as he flew away, ripping his chest open. The pain should have been enough to force a scream, but he felt nothing. The blood seemed to freeze instantly as it flowed from the body.

The night seemed to freeze as he flew in midair. He let out what was probably his last breath. Did this creature have the ability to freeze time as well as his surrounding? Or was it the moment before death when time seems to slow down? And in what world do monsters like this exist? This must be a dream.

He hit the icy sidewalk and slid conveniently under a car. The impact sent him into a state of unconsciousness and he thought the frozen darkness had permanently surrounded him.

It hurts everywhere. Everywhere hurts.

“Agent Morrison, he appears to be coming out of it.”

“Partner! You’re finally awake!”

He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, sharper than the rest of his body. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he assumed that Agent Morrison had punched him in the arm.

“Rise and shine. It’s time to get out of bed,” he said loudly. “Kidding, of course. You took quite a beating. Doc says you might not even remember what happened judging from the seriousness of your concussion.”

He finally opened his eyes and let the world slowly spin in to focus. The room was quite dark so either it was night or the windows were covered. Either way, he wasn’t in the mood to actually check.

After the world stopped spinning for the most part, he looked at his partner, Agent Morrison. He was older, but not old enough to interfere with his performance in the field. He looked like any typical FBI agent, clean cut face and parted brown hair. He had a stern face that didn’t match his personality in the least. Independent of who he was talking to, he always had a joke ready.

“Agent Valentine?” He said annoyed. He grabbed Valentine by the shoulders and shook him violently.

“Arrrrgh.” Agent Valentine said.

“Stop that at once!” A female voice said from the doorway. Valentine imagined it was the Nurse, but couldn’t actually see her behind Morrison’s body. “He’s badly injured and needs some rest.”

“I understand Doc, but I need to talk to him about the events from last week.”

“Last week?” Valentine said incredulously. He tried to sit up, but was met with pain and Morrison’s firm grip. “How long have I been out?”

“Only a few days. No big deal.” Morrison said nonchalantly. “But we need to talk about what happened. Was it a gang? Did the guy surprise you? How’d you manage to fire your gun 6 times and hit nothing? I mean, not even Agent Erikson is that bad, and he’s pretty awful.”

Agent Morrison snickered to himself. This was the cue that you too should also snicker, or laugh, or smile. If you didn’t Morrison became upset because he knows everything he says is hilarious.

“No, it was some 10 foot tall blue spikey dinosaur monster! It was crazy! I’ve never seen anything like it. I-“

Valentine was about to continue when he noticed a man in black clothing

Random Writings, 500 word exercise - Code Name: Kevin (Part 1)

“Is this real?”

“Oh, you newbies always ask the most intriguing questions,” He said. It was obvious that he was trying to hide his amusement and failing terribly. “It depends on your definition of real.”

Kevin eyed the swirling sphere in front of him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. It looked like a giant glass sphere, but didn’t seem to accurately show what was behind it. Instead of a modest Northwest American town, it was a forest. Not just any forest, the trees actually appeared to be shrinking.

“What is going on? What is this?” Kevin asked incredulously.

“Really, you’ve seen me walk through walls and stop time and you’re fascinated by this ol’ thing?” He asked charmingly. “I guess I should explain since this will be your greatest, and probably only tool for the next decade or so.”

“Decade?” Kevin blurted out. “What about high school? What about my life? What about-“

“Where is your high school?” He countered. “Where is your city for that matter? Where is your life? Until we figure out what is going on you have to be a Viewer. We need to focus on this, and then focus on getting your life back, understood?”

Kevin nodded. His eyes were still fixated on the flawless orb floating in front of him. Every swirl seemed to jump to a different place in the planet. Was this some sort of teleporter?

“So, back to your original, well one of your original questions,” He started. “This ball of infinite wonder is called the ball of infinite wonder. Really? No, I was kidding. I do that a lot. This ball is called a Fildenstein-Ikakus Spherical Loop. That’s its proper name. It won’t be invented for another 10,000 years or so. I call mine Frank.”

He looked at Kevin and must have noticed his bewildered expression because he coughed and started to talk again like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Anyway, this is every Viewers most important tool. It’s how you bend the rules of the universe. You asked if this was real. I say it depends on your definition of reality. This orb effectively combines the real plane and the imaginary plane in to two overlapping solutions, two superimposed realities.”

“Now you’ve really lost me,” Kevin said.

“Ok, I guess you don’t really need to know how it works, just that it does work. Tell me Kevin, are you looking to be an engineer when you grow up?”

“Well, actually-“

“Ignore that question. It was rhetorical. Now, when you enter your FISL (pronounced Fizzle ‘cause it just sounds cooler), you become instantly available in two locations. One location is where you were at the moment you entered the FISL, and the other location is the time and place of your ‘jump.’ Jumps are limited by Viewer, not by FISL. So, this way to can view the entirety of the universe. We have rules, obviously, but-”

“What the heck is going on!” Kevin yelled. “Where is

Book Ideas

Resolve - Many people do not understand quantum mechanics, yet think they understand time. The future is a probability function. The present is being observed and thus has a collapsed waved function resulting in one answer...one possibility. The past is known yet unknown. Can it be changed. Is it changing right now? How would we even know? Would a change in the past result in an immediate change in the future or does it ripple? These are questions that a young man has to ask himself as he starts on a journey to become a master of time and space. 

ICE - Like Men In Black except inter dimensional aliens instead of extraterrestrial aliens. Also, the dims rio a are directional. Though there may be infinite dimensions, only two are accessible due to limitations in the energy present in every universe. People of earth are capable of accessing energy/powers directly from the dimension to combat invading aliens. Aliens also have energy/powers of their own. Energy levels that originate in different dimensions have a signature colo to show where that person on alien has come from and where they belong. Once in another dimension you have access to your original dimension where you came from, and a new one. Aliens seek to conquer all dimensions in this linear progression and earth (and this dimension) lies smack dab in the middle of it.

Random Dream (The Road to Anarchy)

This was a crazy dream that involved a lot of build up. First, I was partnered with two insane people. One was an older man, maybe 40-50 years old. The other one was a man (or woman? I didn't see this one very much). I think this person I didn't see was the one doing the small details. It involved a defibrillator that hid a small nuclear bomb. The plan involved a gathering that definitely had the president there and lots of other high-ranking officials. One of them was poisoned earlier that would incapacitate him/her and they would use a defibrillator. The defibrillator activated the bomb and took out half the city. I watched the explosion from a restaurant at the top of skyscraper in the same city, but far enough away that the blast didn't pose a threat. It must have been some clean bomb that wouldn't have given me radiation poisoning. I was eating food with the older man and he was laughing and every one freaking out and trying to get out of the building. And then though occurred to me that this was a really bad thing I just did. And I was trying to save people and the dream ended.

Random Dream (Zombies and Bunnies)

I had a dream about my friend Sarah. It was the zombie apocalypse (like all my awesome dreams). I saved her and her daughter (4 or 5-year-old...also, she doesn't have a daughter) from these slavers. Apparently there are bad guys in the zombie apocalypse too. So then we had to run from the zombies as well. We escaped from them into a tunnel and found a hideout of surviving humans. I had an old style revolver and said I was going to shoot them all if they didn't let us in (6 guards or so). Then the leader came out and asked me what my favorite color was. I said green. He said we're cool and he said we could come in. I then told my friend that my gun was empty anyway. When we got in we found out it was a bunny reserve! It had bunnies of all shapes and sizes and colors and her daughter was going around kissing every one of them. Every time she kissed one, it got bigger. And then I woke up. (I assume the sequel to this dream would be her daughter leads the giant bunnies into battle against the zombies...just a hunch)

Random Writings, 1000 word exercise - Code Name: Sandstorm (Part 1)

Finally, after twenty years, the man who had killed my family and left me for dead stood in front of me. He didn’t look so intimidating from this distance. He appeared older, but I knew his age was misleading. These powerful beings didn’t age like the rest of us mere mortals. They were all thought to be immortal; none of them had died or even been weakened in their twenty-six years of power. Sandstorm was no different.

His cruelty was only matched by his powerful control of one of the six elements. If his name didn’t give it away, his towering castle of dirt and stone did, carved in to a mountain somewhere in old Russia. It had took a long time to track him down, but when it came right down to it, he wasn’t even hiding. He was bored. He killed for fun, killed for pleasure. Not even that entertained him anymore.

Rumor had spread that he was in arguments with one of his brethren, another controller of elements. There was no way to confirm this rumor, however. It was mere gossip amongst the common folk. Now standing before him at last, I might finally be able to know the truth.

“So, I’ve heard whispers of pathetic worms that can control the elements as well,” Sandstorm breathed out of his mouth. He used as little effort as possible to communicate. “The powers we Six possess seems to have bled over into the world of peasants. However, the small power you have can never amount to even the slightest competition.”

He shifted his weight from one side of his enormous throne to the other. His eyes narrowed as if trying to read something far away. Then, without warning he stood up and his temper exploded.

“You are nothing to me!” His voice boomed, shaking the earth. “I can squash you with a flick of my wrist. You pitiful little rat!”

He stretched for his hand and point at me. I had learned recently that this was gesture that resembled shooting a gun. My sense heightened in response to attack that would shortly come. I knew I couldn’t even compete with him, but I was quick, and if possible I would drive my sword through his heart.

I slowly unsheathed my sword from my back and held it to my side. It was a sword of my own design, wider and longer than usual. It took a little getting used to, but eventually my muscles learned and I became faster than humanly possible. At least, not including Sandstorm or his brethren.

Sandstorm slowly closed one eye and looked down the barrel that was his finger until he had me in his sights.

“Bang,” he whispered.

Instantly, I was being hurled back. Or maybe down. The floor had given out and I was flying or falling whichever way until I slammed against a wall of rough stone. The rock exploded into my back and would have broken my spine if it wasn’t for my raised awareness and pure will to survive.

I crashed into the ground, wiped some blood from my mouth and slowly got back to my feet.

Sandstorm looked at my curiously and then began to laugh.

“Excellent!” He boomed. “You are much stronger than any of the others that I’ve faced. That one tiny show of power normally kills whoever it hits.”

This time my eyes narrowed and Sandstorms eyes narrowed.

“My turn,” I said confidently.

I forced my body to flow with energy. I didn’t know where it came from or how I was able to do this, but after I saw my family killed, it’s all I wanted. It came slowly, my body start to glow yellow. It was the same glow that Sandstorm gave off on his attack, but brighter. He had the power to control the earth, but so did I.

I pushed the light into my sword, creating a glowy essence that surrounded the blade. Sandstorm did not look shocked, but intrigued. It wasn’t the first time he had seen a commoner use powers, but he had probably never seen somewhat force that power into an inanimate object as a weapon. Once I was sure that all I could muster was in my sword, I sprinted forward.

Sandstorm didn’t bother to get in to a defensive stance at all. He merely watched me as I ran forward. I thrust my sword back as if to deliver a mighty blow, but I was well short of actually hitting anyone. This is when the look on Sandstorms face finally shifted to surprise. Instead of trying to cut him down physically, I summoned an enormous sword from the earth around. It made the shape of the sword I held, but ten times larger. It a sudden, swift movement, I brought the sword down. The earth-made stone mimicked my movement and crashed into Sandstorm all in a fraction of seconds. There was no way he had time to block. His arrogance had been his downfall.

The sword exploded and dust and earth clouded the area where Sandstorm had been standing. It was one of those moments of anticipation where you think that one thing has happened, but you can’t know for sure until the dust has settled, literally. I looked on with hope, knowing that an attack like had previously taken the lives of several men. That battle seemed like eons ago, as the seconds stretched to years and my eyes narrowed in on the spot that had been struck down.

The dust finally settled. The spot where I looked was covered in debris. There was no movement, but more importantly there was no sign of Sandstorm. Was this it? Had I finally avenged my family after 2 decades? One simple surprising attack was the way to devastate and eventually cure the world of the plague that was these element wielders? My hopes started to rise, but stuck in my throat as an explosion ripped through the

Random Writings, 1000 word exercise - Code Name: Soliloquy (Part 1)

I was drowning. Liquids filled my lungs with a taste of salt and other unknown horrors. The black viscous element consumed me until there was nothing. It faded slowly, ever so slowly to white. It was a bad dream. My mind was clearing. There was a light beginning to form, but it was reddish as if looking from behind my eyelids. That’s exactly what I was doing. I was coming out of a nightmare. My eyes slowly opened.

It took a moment for me to realize where the light was coming from. There was a glow from underneath me and from the walls themselves. A harsh blue from below, and a yellowish white from the walls. Why were these details so peculiar? They were in themselves not fascinating or alarming. It must be the setting.

I slowly sat up and put my feet down on what felt like a hard tile floor. I was in a white jumpsuit. Most everything in this room was white. Four matching beds spaced evenly through the room and one wardrobe with three other jumpsuits lined the inside.

Instead of analyzing the present, my thoughts started to wander to the past. I was instantly overcome by a great weight, like something was in my mind preventing me from reviewing my memories. I tried again and like before I encountered a wall that prevented me from knowing who I was or what I was doing here.

I felt like I should be panicking, but I didn’t know if this is how it had always been. Perhaps this was normal. There would be no reason to panic if there were no memories to be had. Was I just born? Am I new?

I felt like I couldn’t be alone. Someone had to be here.

I looked around and located an opening that led up some stairs. A redish glow emanated from the top. I was already completely dressed with shoes. Why would I sleep with my shoes one? But then it occurred to me, why wouldn’t I?

I proceeded up the stairs to the landing at the top. What I saw surprised me. I was greeted by an enormous room with pillars full of liquids that slowly pumped from one unseen place to another. As big as the room was, there was nothing here. It was a circular room that had 4 openings, one which I had just come from, but the other 3 were a mystery. The room was indented softly to the middle where a small pyramid of light rose out of the ground.

I walked down the steps and approached the light. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed peculiar. I passed my hand through the light and was greeted by a warm sound. Slowly materializing from the light I found myself looking at face. I did not know who it was but it was floating in the light. The face looked at my expressionless and then opened its mouth.

“Good morning Malena.”

The voice was startling.

“Malena?”

“Yes. That is the name that which you are designated and have been since you came here,” it replied.

“Where exactly is here?”

“This is a testing facility. You, along with your three colleagues are here to try and solve the disease that has threatened humanity.”

I looked around. There was nobody else here.

“Who are my three colleagues?” I asked.

“I’m sorry. I do not have that information.”

“Well where are they?”

“I’m sorry. I do not have that information.”

This was frustrating. I was supposed to be here with three other people but they weren’t here and this giant talking face didn’t know where they were.

“What are through those doors?” I pointed to the three other doors.

“The first one is the bath and wash area. The second is the kitchen and dining area. The third—” the face cut off. “I’m sorry. I do not have that information.”

This talking head was hiding something or withholding something. Either way, it didn’t seem trustworthy.

“You mentioned we were here to solve a disease? What disease are we here to solve? And how exactly do we go about doing that?”

“Ah, yes. The disease that is in question is the ICD-10 G30.6. It is related to the classic Alzheimer’s Disease, however this one is quite different, almost in every way. The scientists who discovered/released it described it as such and thus that is how I am describing it to you.”

The head paused briefly enough to allow me to scour my brain for Alzheimer’s Disease and what it was. It had something to do with memory loss.

“The G30.6 is disease that had been weaponized to make people forget things that happened. It was first used in the middle east when the former United States invaded former Syria. They wanted the citizens of that then country to forget that they were ever there, thus neutralizing on threats with no opposition. The plan backfired and became a lethal virus that spread rapidly throughout the globe. It started slowly. It took a few years for it to even show itself. By then it was too late. Everyone was infected, but everyone was forgetting. Research facilities such as these were created to research the virus, and overcome it with either a vaccine or other methods.”

“Great so how do I research this virus or disease or what if it is if all I have is a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen?” I said it as sarcastically as possible knowing that the great and powerful Oz wouldn’t pick up on it anyway. The reference I just used didn’t make any sense I tried to remember where I learned that phrase and how it applied to this situation but to no avail. That was odd. I should write that down.

“There are research stations along the wall. They are labeled and a simple palm scan should open the facility and equipment for use. If you have...