From: (Anonymous)	Date: March 17th, 2002 12:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Crazy

I loved that dream... i wish i had dreams as good as that...

From: (Anonymous)	Date: February 26th, 2004 03:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Was:
As I enter the pod I realize it is more like a grave, that once an alien comes near, I can't escape. But I wake up before I think of any better idea.

Suggestion
As I enter the pod its walls are solid and cold. My heart is racing and each breath seems so loud. I can hear my heart pounding in ears and try to stay still realize this may be my tomb. My mind is racing, what are my options? I can't go anywhere else. No escape. Once an alien finds my hiding place its over. I reach down to my belt and hold the handle of my knife for comfort. A knife against an alien, now thats a joke, I say to my self. I play out the fantasy of lunging and slashing at the exact instant of discovery. The eyes, I must try for their eyes.
A 12cm blade could in theory do some damage to clear membrane that covers their visual sensor organ, but because they don't actually have a lens optic system and integrates each neuron pixel in their alien brains even a slash would not blind them. And thats even if I got past their armor exo-suit. It would hurt damn it, it would hurt them and if thats all I could do in exchange for my life, so be it. I will inflict as much pain as possible on this Alien scum who happens to find me.

This possibility of a final struggle gives me some comfort as I wait. Wait and listen, strain to listen. I hear scraping, alien squawking, faintly in the distance. I know that they are in the chamber now, several of them, talking to themselves. There is a clicking as each limb comes in contact with the floor.

near, I can't escape. But I wake up before I think of any better idea - don't wake up???????
fight or something, it's like a big run and hide dream.

From: (Anonymous)	Date: March 13th, 2006 02:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Die

I have nothing more to sya than that, you are infinitely worse than the dumbass who wrote this in the first place. Die. Please.

From: (Anonymous)	Date: March 13th, 2006 02:17 pm (UTC)		(Link)
What kind of fucking acid trip were you on?

Seriously, you expect me to believe that you dreamed all that shit? Also, how many times can you use the word "corridor" in a single story? Just say hallway, like a normal human. I understand, it's probably because you're thirty-five, have never gotten layed, and live in your grandmother's attic, but honestly, just a simple trip to thesaurus.com or something. Nevermind though, you don't need female companionship, your dogeared paperback compy of I Robot already knows how you need to be touched. Remeber kids, drugs are bad, peace out.

	From: vexen	Date: March 13th, 2006 04:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: What kind of fucking acid trip were you on?

I'd only really use the word "hallway" for a small corridor in a persons' house, not for the type of corridors that were in that dream.

As to your other comments, I'm not yet 35, I'm married and have a healthy sex life, have never lived in my grandmothers house, I don't own "I Robot", and I've never touched drugs.

The content of your post was about as moronic as they get, but at least you used proper punctuation and grammar. Hurrah.

From: (Anonymous)	Date: March 15th, 2006 02:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Re: What kind of fucking acid trip were you on?

Ouch. Clearly, you cut to the heart, friend Vexen. I'm sure you can see the only reason I wrote that was because I'm incredibly jealous of you and your smokin' hot wife. I'm not actually sure what she looks like, but I bet she's a real tigresse between the sheets. I'm brimming with happiness due to the fact that you noticed my proper punctuation and grammar, I studied at Oxford even though I am Russian. That's right, I'm a fuckin' commie pinko.

From: (Anonymous)	Date: December 4th, 2006 01:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Re: What kind of fucking acid trip were you on?

Wow, I dunno who this guy was, but he's some kind of freakin comedic genius. I totally agree with him that A: You're a douchebag for thinking people will want to read this ( I stumbled across it while doing research for a school project)and B: You defintely used the word hallway way too fuckin much.