random user's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=random user2002-06-07T11:42:29ZDream Log: June 7, 2002 (thing)http://everything2.com/user/random+user/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+June+7%252C+2002random userhttp://everything2.com/user/random+user2002-06-07T11:42:29Z2002-06-07T11:42:29ZSo I just arrived <a href="/title/home">home</a> from my <a href="/title/year+abroad">year abroad</a> in <a href="/title/Paris">Paris</a>. I am warmly welcomed, and when we are sitting down at the table, my mother says something and I throw her a <a href="/title/nerf">nerf</a> <a href="/title/american+football">football</a> across the table and it <a href="/title/accidentally">accidentally</a> knocks over the <a href="/title/knife+block">knife block</a>. The knives all fall out, and I ask if she's alright, hoping that she has only recieved <a href="/title/it%2527s+just+a+flesh+wound">minor flesh wounds</a>. I can't see what's going on because of the table in front of her. She says she's fine, not wanting me to worry, but then she stands up, and when I realize that there are a dozen <a href="/title/cutlery">knives and forks</a> sticking into her <a href="/title/abdomen">abdomen</a>, <a href="/title/blood">blood</a> dripping, she staggers over to the <a href="/title/sink">sink</a> to try to fix it. I feel very <a href="/title/guilty">guilty</a>, so do not help her.
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Then I wake up, with a nice dose of <a href="/title/adrenaline">adrenaline</a> getting my <a href="/title/heart">heart</a> going.
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I had a similar dream I don't remember how long ago, but with my dad being <a href="/title/impale">impaled</a> instead of my mom. He made it through, and I didn't wake up, and it happened again. So<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Creating a password to convince yourself you have traveled back in time (idea)http://everything2.com/user/random+user/writeups/Creating+a+password+to+convince+yourself+you+have+traveled+back+in+timerandom userhttp://everything2.com/user/random+user2002-06-06T18:17:13Z2002-06-06T18:17:13ZA <a href="/title/password">password</a> will not do. Any <a href="/title/mind+reading">mind reading</a> <a href="/title/technology">technology</a> could easily scan your <a href="/title/memory">memory</a> for the password, give it to the <a href="/title/Bill+Gates">devious fraud</a> who is claiming to be you, and then he would be home free for doing all sorts of dasterdly deeds.
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The solution lies in <a href="/title/DNA">DNA</a> testing. It's the only way to know that the person from <a href="/title/the+future">the future</a> that you are dealing with is actually an older version of you. The person from the future would present a DNA scanning machine (he has one because he's from the future, and if he can <a href="/title/travel+through+time">travel through time</a> he can have the <a href="/title/clarity+of+mind">clarity of mind</a> to bring along his portable DNA scanning machine.) You place a drop of <a href="/title/blood">blood</a> in one hole of the machine, he places a drop of his blood into the other (watch him, you don't want him to use any fake <a href="/title/blood+sack">blood sack</a>s à la <a href="/title/Gattaca">Gattaca</a>), and you listen to the machine <a href="/title/whirl">whirl</a> away. If the <a href="/title/green+light">green light</a> comes on, he's you from the future. If it's the <a href="/title/red+light">red light</a>, beware, because he might have a <a href="/title/ray+gun">ray gun</a> or <a href="/title/lazer+blaster">lazer blaster</a> (or some<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…