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|Group on the edge of the mountain||Dreamt:||June 5th 2005|
|Was with the group on the
edge of the mountain. Was asking questions which was part of a quiz
game. Every question asked the answer was, “11” which was meant to
Someone had come to show us their automobile design for compromising ** the rough arctic terrain. It was a car which would be somewhat elastic. Every time it hit a wall it would bounce forward or backwards elastically.
This is nearly impossible to demonstrate without a flash demonstration. WHICH I will do.
Okay, the car every time it hit something would bounce in the opposite direction to save it from disaster. The problem was that since the car had begun bouncing off the first tree the second tree was behind it. It hit the second tree which was so near the third tree that eventually the car bounced out of control. It flailed and flailed as the controller of the vehicle observed helplessly.
It even eventually bounced on the Z-axis bouncing toward the treetops and ending up in one a few moments. After about 20 dream seconds the car completely and finally crashed and the front bumper wrapped itself around a nearby tree.
It was my turn to ask the question. Asked the question. “ If the
height of the mountain is 44 (Units?, unsure what it was forty four
of) and the fall is 2.8 Meters. Then how long does it take for the
fastest mountain climbers to descend it.
That was a fun adventure. You do not know if there is an end to the course. It began simply enough. “I just want to try this a few minutes.” In those minutes you know you can turn around and re-ascend the hills. But you know, after a few minutes there is no turning back.
Is this a metaphor for Life? Of Course! And of course not. Anyways, IF It were a metaphor for life it would be like:
How many hills must a man descend? Uh… Right. Actually, it was just hella fun. No where in real life is there a hill you can descend for two hours and not know where it ends up. If you were at the summit of such a hill would you jump?
At the end I’m going “Up stairs” this could be heaven. But, because the metaphor is how cool going down the hill this seems unlikely. Then again, it could be:
We humanity think it’s cool as we slide head-long into Hell (Miranda Gail Herrick says Hell is cold. She was from Alaska.) And God saves us from what we think we want. How is that for a moral?
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