State of the art, immersive neural interface. How immersive? Instead of watching a computer screen, the game used a neural link to place the player into the game. My character was controlled the same way my body was. Will. Run into a wall, my nose or knee feels bruised depending on what body part hit the wall first. Throw a spell and feel the tingle of magic in my hand. Get hit by a weapon and wince from the sensation of something hard pushing into me.
Visually and audibly, the immersion was near complete. There was enough of a tactile sensation to interact with the world. Smell and taste, however, was absent. But that was okay, this was enough.
You lamers can keep what’s left of Azeroth, with your overused sprites. The spiders in this game differed more than just size and color.
(Too bad it was only a dream.) Continue reading “Dream: It’s Only A Game”
Whoa, where did all you readers come from? I guess I’m going to have to write that “About Me” page after all. Eventually. Some day. It could happen, I guess.
I’ve noted y’all “organic” new readers are butting your browsers against the locked “Magic Diary” posts. Here’s the key reason why they are locked. Bots suck. There are certain things that while I have no compunction sharing with random strangers on the Internet, I do not want them to be slurped up by scrapers and what-not. So, password lock.
Here’s how to unlock them and get the password: Drop me a line and ask for it. I can be found on Twitter: @BandedNagini, and on Facebook: kerian.nox. If you use neither service, leave me a comment here (your email address will not be publicly viewable) and I’ll email it to you. Do note you do not have to register with the site, nor use OpenID to login. Just make sure you use a valid email address or obviously I can’t send the password to you.
I just ask that the password is not thrown into the wild. I’m picky that way.
Comments, feedback, suggestions, directives to go jump into the nearest body of water, et al., are all welcome. I’m learning as I go, so I’m
desperate eager for Other People’s Perspective.
So. Um. ~kicks pebble~ Okay, that’s it!
The clouds are scattered like popcorn for the sylphs to toss around and play with. In their joy, idle breezes are left in their wake. The air teases with my wet afro as I drive down the country road with the top down in my shiny new convertible.
The road dust shies away from the sparkling Candy Apple Red that radiates from the car in the dancing sunlight. It’s a good day, a lovely day. My three-year-old daughter is buckled in the front passenger seat, singing a nonsense three-year-old song and clapping along with unusual rhythm.
It’s a good day. Continue reading “Dream: Candy Apple Red”
These two dreams occurred the morning of April 13, and April 14. Short in duration and description, I really didn’t think them worthy of being written up here. Going through my notes, however, has nudged me into documenting them in a more formal manner.
“It’s the little things, that get you.” It’s the little things, that hide the greatest of clues, I’ve noted. Continue reading “Dreams: Restlessness (2 for 1)”
Of the many a vibrant and shifting scene,
‘Tis one that remains long after the dream.
For even as the warming day does begin,
Still my thoughts turn back to deep within,
To the black of the Midnight Sun
For while pondering symbols in the deepest of night,
Wondering when Morpheus would drop my sight,
I glanced out my window at a light unknown.
In my northern window where no light should have shown.
To the black of the Midnight Sun
Continue reading “Dream: The Midnight Sun”
Nice cool weather, makes me glad I have these paint suits after all. I close the truck door behind me and stretch complaining joints. Another day, another dollar, another job to do. Somebody actually bought the old warehouse and now they have hired me to paint it. All the interior work has been done, rooms and offices created in the empty space. Plumbing and sinks where wanted and where required. But despite all the professional crews the new owners hired to remodel the building, little jack-of-all-trades me was hired to paint it. Can’t figure out why. Continue reading “Dream: Paint”
The first time I saw her, was the summer of 2008. I was in the middle of a lucid dream, dealing with some (more) troubling issues when my shadow lifted off the floor and shuddered into existence. She wore my face and my body but at the time, she felt as different and as separate from me as my flesh and blood sister. She glanced at me then returned her attention to the darkness beyond my field of view.
“You know, if you’re going to be serious about this business of occult forces, you need to start learning how to shield and protect yourself.” She took a few steps past me, staring into the impenetrable darkness. Continue reading “Dream Denizen: The Bow Wielder”