I had a weird dream that was just like a really backwards movie that makes no sense, and I’m going to talk about this weird dream I had, because. Why not. It starts with a virus that came from space, it started out effecting bee’s, making them act weird (I don’t know why it started with bee’s) but then it started to mutate them, then it moved on to bigger things, soon it effected humans, either killing them in gruesome ways or mutating them into horrible monstrosities, and the weather is being affected by this disease somehow. It makes a weird hurricane mixed with lava, raining boiling hot water, stuff like that. Listen this was a dream so there was a lot of weird things, it was like watching a movie. Anyway there’s this weird symbol thing that’s been floating in the sky. I cant remember what it looked like exactly but it was three triangles with their tips facing towards the center, and their tips were a bit curved. And there’s this kid that can shoot electricity out of his hands, and he decides to look for the people behind this because he somehow know that this virus was created by alien gods. Listen I know this sounds really weird and there’s a lot of plot holes but this was a dream, and I’m surprised that I had a dream like this. He goes to a shed or a garage or something? And the symbol appears a few feet behind him with a blue glow, and he shoots electricity at it. Then he said something, I don’t remember what it was but it was something that was like all cocky and saying “Oh thank goodness that wasn’t one of the aliens because I would’ve killed ’em” or “Oh thank goodness that wasn’t them, I hope they don’t hurt her” I think? Then we suddenly get a zoom into the symbol and it shows a shadowy figure floating in space with a blue glow surrounding him, and he says something like “I can’t hurt you but I can turn her DNA into amoebas” again I don’t remember exactly what he said but it was something like that. There’s a bright glow and we see DNA being squished and turned into tardigrades or amoebas I think? We zoom out to see a girl whos arm is being melted, turning into tardigrades. Then she hides because she’s freaked out and she’s in a facility that she shouldn’t be in. Then the boy see’s the future of the weird hurricane lava destroying an entire cities worth of people who’re in the forest. there’s a bit more to it but it was basically completely random, for some reason these people are trying to dig a hole through a mine into a house, but there’s this weird demon monster that’s like 30 feet tall that lives in the mine and kills anyone who goes into it. And the people can’t go up because there’s more mutant creatures up top blocking the way out, so the only way out is to go through the mine, there’s basically a whole horror chase with people being dragged off into darkness being killed by the huge mutant, and people begin going in the cave one by one for some reason, everyone gets eaten except a handful of people. Like I said it was a weird dream, but if I were to cut out all the ridiculous stuff I think it would make a pretty fascinating story.

Many people just want others to listen and do whatever they’re told to do without questioning. Some people think the perfect human is themselves so they want others to be like them. Maybe that’s why we’ve worked so hard to build human like robots, so they can have someone who’ll do whatever they say and agree with them on every subject, or why some people surround themselves with yes men. Because as humans grow we question things just like the book educated (which is a really good book by the way). Tara believed everything that she was told as a child but later she started to question things like “do I want to be a stay home mom or does my dad want me to be one?” soon she realized that she was seeing the world through her fathers eyes, and not her own, but of course the father becomes upset at her, for not seeing what he see’s so he would probably want someone who agrees with him on everything, and he sorta does. his wife agrees with him on everything and doesn’t speak up against him when he does something stupid, even though we’ve seen multiple times in the book that she doesn’t really agree with him on everything, she pretends to when he’s around. But most people aren’t like that and some people want others to be what they want them to be, and robots are perfect for that, they do what they’re told to do, and they say whatever you want them to say. They can be a mirror of anyone you want them to be. And just to be clear I don’t think people should be like me, I don’t agree with that kind of logic.

How would you describe being happy to someone?

If you were to describe emotions to a robot, how would you describe it?

A robot who has never felt any sort of emotion, how would you describe it to a robot?

Try thinking of a way to describe love without using the words “feel, like, fun, or dopamine”?

we know how someone feels in a book because they just straight up say “I felt happy,” or they’re a bit more discrete with describing how they feel.

they’ll say “My heart started pounding, a smile spread across my face, and I felt a great sense of accomplishment,”. We know that means that they’re happy, and they just did something nice, but a robot can’t feel, so when you try to describe feelings it just won’t make any sense to them unless they’ve felt them.

Emotions are just a chemical in our brain, but robots don’t have a brain they just have programming. And if we can’t describe how we feel sometimes, how on earth would you describe that emotion to someone or something who’s never felt it before. Just like I said earlier we can understand how other people are feeling because we’ve felt that way before. You’ll feel what you’re friend was feeling when you get into an argument with someone, so you can understand why they didn’t want to talk to you.

Every time I read the top five posts of the week, they always end up being sad.

Why?

Why do they have to be sad?

Why can’t we have a happy top 5 where there’s not a sad story that talks about depression, loneliness, death, and being abandon?

there’s so many things that we could write that’re happy and uplifting, everyone gets so sad when they read the top 5, is there a rule that states that all of the top 5 have to be sad?

why can’t we have a top 5 that makes you feel positive and good about life?

are the sad ones chosen because it hits you hard?

Because sad things aren’t the only thing that can hit you hard.

To hit someone hard with something happy you have to appeal to the child side of them.

The one who wants to stay up all night and play games, the child that wants to run around the field playing tag with their friends and eat candy all day.

It was another boring day at work. Making and Checking the mannequins to make sure they were ready for sale. Making sure there was nothing wrong with them so the company would get a good review.

“Hey Craig, are ya done yet?” an employee named David asked me.

“Almost, just two more to check and I’m done.” I responded

I walked around one, looked it up and down, there were no cracks in it, so nothing noticeable was broken. I picked it up by it’s arm, to make sure there were no hollowed out spots, and nothing broke. I did that with every limb, and nothing broke, so that was one more mannequin checked off, now I just needed to check one more.

I walked in front of it and checked it out, when I went behind it I realized that there was a huge crack in it’s back. It went all the way from it’s left shoulder to the right side of its waist, and the crack was about an inch wide. This mannequin needed to be thrown out, so I picked it up by its arm, carried it over to the dumpster, lifted it over my head and was about to toss it in when the crack split the mannequin in half from the waist up. Fell on the floor in front of me. I didn’t really care it just meant I would have to throw one more thing in the dumpster, so I threw the legs in with the rest of the broken mannequins, bent down to pick up the other half of the mannequin, and it grabbed my arm.

I screamed in shock, I tried to yank my arm back from the mannequin, but the force of the pull broke the mannequins arm right off. I frantically grabbed at the arm trying to make it get off of me, but it tightened its grip and I realized that the arm was still alive, I felt the pulse in my arm go numb, I thought it was gonna break my arm, but I suddenly felt this burst of energy and ripped the arm off with ease. It was trying to grab me again but I was holding it by the wrist, so it couldn’t grab me. I threw it on the floor, it did a little bounce, and hit the floor again. I stomped on it over and over until there was nothing left but some plastic shards.

I stared in shock, I wasn’t able to move. Then something grabbed my leg, I looked down in horror to see the top half of the mannequin grabbing my leg then something else grabbed my shoulder, I turned my head quickly and there was a mannequin standing right in front of me holding my shoulder, in fact all the nearby mannequins were slowly moving towards me all slouched. I pushed the one in front of me away, took a step back forgetting the broken mannequin grabbing my ankle, and tripped over it, hit my head against the dumpster, and blacked out.

When I woke up there were hundreds of limbs around me, grabbing me and pulling me into the dumpster. I realized that they were mostly broken mannequins, hanging out of the dumpster pulling me in, but some of the normal mannequins were shoving me into the dumpster, I tried to pull away from them, a few couldn’t hold on and I thought that I could get away, but more normal mannequins turned, walked towards me, and grabbed me helping the broken mannequins in the dumpster lift me up into it. I saw David was running away from some mannequins that were chasing him, we made eye contact and I saw the sympathy in his eyes for me, sparking a little hope that he would come over and help me, but he kept on running, until he ran out the main warehouse doors that the trucks use to drive into the warehouse. they pulled me into the dumpster, closed the lid, and the last thing I saw was the face of a mannequin looking down on me with it’s face dented and cracked, punch me.

                    In the countryside

    It was a beautiful night, I was playing tag with my friends near a barn that my dad owned, and I was one of the only ones left who hadn’t been tagged. I ran into a really dense part of the cornfield, below a scarecrow. I held my breath and sat as still as I could. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew that they saw me. I turned around to see who found me and was gonna chase me, but it wasn’t anyone I knew, it was someone with tattered clothes, and was walking like he couldn’t control his legs, I realized this must be a hobo or a drunk hobo, but I knew that I needed to stay away from him. He could be dangerous, so I grabbed a handheld scythe that was in a wheelbarrow next to me, and pointed it at him.

“Don’t come near me or else” I said.

He looked up at me and I got to see his face. He was dressed like a scarecrow. And that made me think. What if. I looked up at the cross that was holding that scarecrow that was above my hiding spot, and it was gone, I stood in shock realizing he must be some sort of murderer hiding his identity. He kept walking towards me.

I used the scythe and stabbed his shoulder. the handle was against his chest and the tip of the scythe was coming out the back of his shoulder, but he didn’t seem fazed at all, he looked at the scythe in his shoulder, pulled it out, and walked towards me. No blood came out of his shoulder, only some straw, and that’s when I realized that he wasn’t a person dressed as one of my dad’s scarecrows, he was a scarecrow.

I backed away and tripped over the wheelbarrow, it stopped right in front of me, raised its scythe, and brought it down.

I was walking down the path of the forest. With my wizards staff in hand, excited to go on a quest with some companions that were going to meet up with me, and learn more spell along the way. When suddenly I heard the crunching of leaves, and the thudding of running footsteps. I turned toward it getting a spell ready and unsheathing my dagger, when suddenly the person came crashing out of the woods, and stood in front of me.

I was about to cast a spell when I realized how weird this person looked. The first thing I noticed was he was wearing a suit of silver armor that seemed to be all one big plate of armor, his helmet was rectangular, his visor was a rectangular shape, and at a ninety degree angle, and was yellow and glowing, I’ve never seen anything like it. He had ridiculously long legs and a short stubby torso. His arms were long cylinders, he only had three fingers on each hand and each finger looked like rectangles, but the weirdest thing about him was his weapon. It looked like a crossbow but there were no split limbs, there was a weird box thing poking out the side of the thing, and the barrel of it was a cylinder so you couldn’t see the arrow, then he asked in a voice that sounded like if electricity could talk said

“Citizen of the rebellion would you please tell me where I am, my GPS seems to be malfunctioning,”

“wha-who-w. . . who are you?” I asked

“I am unit AC-013. I was sent to a rendezvous point where I was suppose to meet up with some people who were sent on a mission.”

“Oh ha hah very funny, OK who really sent you? was it Dimitrius?” realizing this must be an assassin “because you’re not the first person sent to kill me, and you won’t be the last.” I said drawing the symbol of fire in the air with my finger, and after I finished the drawing, my hand burst into flames and when the flames died out a ball of fire was levitating in my hand.

“What the?” the thing said raising it’s weapon at me, surprise in it’s voice “how did you do that, that’s impossible,”

“Magic, duh”

“but magic doesn’t exist.”

that surprised me. Everyone in the world knew magic existed? why did this thing not know about magic? Then I realized that something was wrong with this guy.

“where do you think we are” I asked still in battle stance with my fireball in hand

“I believe were in sector 2F-R9,” it replied, still in battle stance as well

“that’s not even a place here what are you talking about, wait where did you come from?”

“I was made in the Battle republic factory”

“oh my gosh what planet are you from” I asked in an annoyed tone, seeing that this guy was either drunk or messing with me

“I’m from planet Zardovic,” it replied with a serious tone

and as soon as he said that I remembered something I read. It was about dimensional travel, of course it wasn’t possible to travel between dimensions. Magic is strong but it’s not that strong, and that name Zardovic was in the book, the author claimed to have opened a portal to a dimension that was called Zardovic.

“Wait are you being serious,” I asked

“one hundred percent,” it replied

then on the other side of the path a normal human came bursting out of the woods. he was wearing a helmet and a suit that was a bunch of shades of green, boots, and he had an even weirder crossbow weapon.

“This is United States private property both of you are hereby under arrest for trespassing into area fifty one,” he yelled in a normal human voice.

I walk among the living

I keep life going but others say I steal it from them

whatever I touch dies

I know when it’s someone’s time

and when it is

I walk up behind them,

they’re always unaware that I’m near by,

I put my hand on them, and like they’re falling asleep,

they die

the beating of their heart slows down to a stop

and the heat of their body leaves

I don’t want to do it, but I have to, so life can keep going

only once have I felt the beating heart of an animal that’s alive and well,

only once have I felt the heat of an animal that’s alive and well,

it was when I met a deer that wasn’t afraid when it saw me,

I hesitated to kill it,

It was the first time someone noticed me

it walked off,

I followed it,

Curious why it noticed me,

all the other deer in the herd never stood within ten feet of me and acted like I was never there,

but that one deer was different,

I fell in love with the deer, I stayed by her side for a year

when it would rain or snow I’d use my body as an umbrella to shield her from the elements

and each day I got closer and closer to her, until I was able to stand by her

and she never showed any fear of me,

I never touched her not wanting to kill her,

I didn’t want to kill the thing that I loved,

but one day, she walked up to me,

Closer than she’d ever been,

I wanted to yell,

To scare her so she would get away from me

but, I can’t speak,

so I backed away not wanting to hurt her,

I put my hands in front of me,

Hoping that she would understand to not come any closer,

but she took a step forward,

stretched out her neck,

and nuzzled my hand with her nose.

My eye’s widened with shock.

She couldn’t speak, but I could tell that she knew it was past her time. That I was suppose to kill her when we first met, she knew what I had to do.

She stopped nuzzling my hand,

lifted her head up,

I wanted to cry, but I can’t

And I did what she wanted me to do.

I hugged her.

She wrapped her head around my neck.

hugging me back.

I felt the warmth of her body.

The beating of her heart.

I wanted to stay in that moment forever.

After a minute of us hugging.

I felt the heat leaving her body.

the beating of her heart slow down.

the flutter of her eyelashes as they started closing.

and her legs beginning to crumble beneath the weight of her body.

I slowly descended to the ground with her, putting her slowly on the ground, delicately put her head on the forest floor in front of me.

I stayed by her side all day on my knees like I was praying to god.

And when the light of day was replaced by the inky blackness of night and the glowing sparkle of stars.

I slowly stood up.

keeping my eyes on her not wanting to look at anything else other than her.

and walked away.

(I’m writing this very late so . . . sorry if it’s bad)

Drawing is amazing, it gives you the ability to create worlds and characters. Writing is the same, but drawing is more visual, it’s creative for the person making it, but to other people it probably won’t. Writing is creative for everyone. when someone writes a book they’re being creative, and when they describe what the main character is seeing, the people reading have to imagine it to. But sometimes in books they describe something but I don’t really understand it, or I think it’s one thing but they give piece of information later that changes what I originally thought the main character saw. But my brain can’t stop picturing what I originally thought, so I’m kinda conflicted when trying to picture the thing. I’m not saying writing is bad, I mean I’m writing something right now, but I love to draw. Like I said in my intro I’m not very good at drawing but I think I’m getting better. At least I hope I am. Anyway I just like drawing, but with a tablet and pen, I can animate, which is technically the same as drawing but I think some people might disagree with me but . . . I’m right, anyway if we use my logic that animating is the same as drawing, you can create something that moves not just in your mind, but on a screen as well. which I love, but there are somethings that you can’t draw like how someone in the book thinks or draw seeing both the inside and outside of something at the same time, like seeing someone’s face, but also seeing their brain, which is why I think drawing is a yin to the yang of writing.

When I wake up in the morning I make my bed. Making sure there are no wrinkles and straighten my sheets so both sides of the blankets are six inches off the ground. It’s perfect just like everything should be. Balanced, just like the animal kingdom, if you were to add a couple animals into a new area that has a perfect ecosystem, you would throw its balance off, and just like a community everyone has an important role to play, even if it’s something small like accounting. If someone was disfigured or doesn’t do the role they were born to do, then just like the animal kingdom they will die. I remember in my history class back when I was in high school I was told that before the world was reborn. We humans weren’t assigned a job when we became of age and we cared for those disfigured. That was why the world fell, because we didn’t have a balanced ecosystem. the scale kept on tipping and tipping and the old ones (that’s what we call humans before the world was reborn) tried to prevent their fall, but they were just delaying the inevitable. I walked to my closet, pulled it open got a white buttoned down shirt, a red tie, black suit, socks, and shoes. I went to the bathroom took my tooth pill which would clean my teeth and took my cleansing pill, which would keep my body clean from any negative thoughts like the council are running things wrong, and would alert the council if I had any health problems, negative thoughts, or if I was doing anything wrong to my body. I went down the hall and to the left, into the kitchen. there I found my breakfast I made last night in the fridge.

When I was done eating I took my dishes to the sink, then washed, dried, and put them away. I then walked to the front door checked myself in the mirror to see that my tie wasn’t straight and that my normally buzzed cut hair was seeming a bit longer than usual. I made a mental note to cut my hair today and straightened my tie then when I made sure I was perfect. I walked outside, to see everyone in my neighborhood getting out of their houses as well. All with the same buzzcut hair and suit. We all walked down our doorsteps and stood on the sidewalk, as soon as we stepped on it, it started to move. we all started to walk down the moving sidewalk so we could get to work faster. All of us at the same speed and moving in perfect synchronized steps like we practiced for this moment all our lives, because we did. that’s why we live in a perfect society. Everyone grows up knowing what their jobs are and studies and they all practice to be synchronized in everything they do, so they won’t be at the bottom of the list and be terminated, because just like in the animal kingdom, the weak die and the strongest, smartest, more evolved ones live and prosper, that’s why we act as one, to root out the weak and let us more evolved smarter ones live. no one ever questions the council, if they do, they get sentenced to death. After every execution they say that we humans are animals and they are like the laws of nature. If you question or try to figure out the laws of nature, you’ll wind up dead because you were to busy asking questions that didn’t need answering, instead of working to live, just like if a deer were to stop and question why they needed to eat grass to live or why couldn’t they be friends with the cougar, and they’d try to, they’d be dead. Because the grass is doing what it does because it needs to live and prosper just like the cougar who ate the deer. they’d say that the laws of nature are a combination of the grass and the cougar who ate the deer. they want to help us prosper like the grass, but if we do something wrong then they’ll have to become the cougar and kill the ones who question, because they hold the community back, but we the council want to have the community thrive.

I don’t know what to write here. I’ve never been good at introductions, probably because I don’t like being around people. So I guess I’ll start with I like to read, so I spend most of my time in the library, and I’ve always thought that if a book is another world, then a library is a galaxy. There’s magical worlds, sci fi worlds, and post apocalyptic planets, and each planet is unique in it’s own way. There’s no two of the same, you could go to each world and not one would be the same as the other. Personally my favorite planets to visit are the fantasy ones with beasts and spells, if I can’t find any fantasy worlds that I find interesting, then I get on my ship, jump to hyperspace, and go to my next favorite system. Sci fi.

I may like to read but I like to do other things like drawing and writing (as you could probably tell). I’m not that good of an artist, but I’d say I’m pretty descent at it, and my favorite thing to draw are characters. I’ve always liked to watch cartoons more than live action movies or shows, but let me tell you, it’s not easy to draw or animate. I got a really expensive tablet that’s used for animating, and I like original animation(drawing the characters over and over for each frame), so I tried to use it but since i’m not that great at drawing, animating was way harder. Now I’m no perfectionist, if you saw my room or my backpack you’d know I wasn’t, but when it comes to drawing it’s different. I don’t like it when there’s any mistakes in my drawings, so it takes hours just to finish a simple design. Now imagine taking hours to draw something simple, but you have to draw it over and over, and the end product looks terrible and it’s not even a second long, that’s what my first animation was like. I took a step back from the tablet and decided to get better at original drawing first.

This is a very simple, boring intro, and I got onto a lot of rants, that’s another thing about me, I’m a fast talker who gets distracted easily, but I’m not the best at writing so… deal with it. There’s gonna be a lot of these boring simple blogs, but I’m hoping to get better because I don’t like how I write, I don’t like how simple it is. If you’re looking for writing that’s deep and philosophical. You came to the wrong place. Oh I almost forgot to mention, I’m not very confident.