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Dream physics.
12 years ago
Karno's Rare-Because-He-Never-Has-Time Blather:
Yes, i know people babbling about their dreams is boring, but this is the only "blog" I have, so cut me half an inch of slack.
So I, as the Guardian, had scored a job as a strongman at the circus. I haven't thought of the Guardian in years, but apparently, he still strides the halls of my subconcious. I carried a big wooden platform hoisted above my head into the main arena, whereon the band and most of the performers stood, the band playing loudly. (The Guardian is EXTREMELY strong). The Guardian cut a dashing figure, the spangly circus-type white shorts and shirt contrasting against his jet-black hide.
Thing is, when I looked up, the wood platform above my head was braced by steel I-beams, so the platform wouldn't crack in half on the relatively small fulcrum of my hands. The physics nerd in me seemed to be still active, even in my dreams.
Then, the circus property was invaded my a motorized column of some sort of refugees. We couldn't do anything for 'em, so the Guardian was put to the task of running them off the property. Which I did. To make sure they wouldn't turn around and come back, I decided to throw a cement truck at their retreat, so they'd be impressed enough to stay away.
I remember clearly striding alongside the truck, to yank open the driver's door and order him out (didn't want to kill anyone just for a demonstration of strength). But as I yanked open the door and started to say "Get out", I saw the cab was empty - just a brown paper bag on the passenger seat, presumably holding a lunch, or the debris of a lunch.
So much the better. I lifted the front of the truck, looking for a good spot on the underside to grip it. Then I hoisted it above my head. Easy enough, but it was very akward to hold. So I took a running start and flung it about a hundred yards down the road, landing on it's side just short of the refugee column.
Holding up the truck caused my feet to sink deeply into the frozen ground. My footprints were deep, dark pits in the snow. Physics again - the weight of a cement truck concentrated in an area the size of a couple of feet would sink into even the hardest ground.
Then the truck driver came out of the restaurant beside the road, only to find his truck 100 yards away - on it's side. He was naturally shocked and angry. I felt embarrassed and didn't say anything. Not that even the toughest of truckers could do anything to the superstrong Guardian, but tossing his truck just to show off my strength WAS pretty cavalier of me. I felt in the wrong.
That's about all I remember of this particular dream. I think I remembered it because I was bemused by the little touches of realism, like the steel I-beams and the deep footprints. How deep does YOUR physics nerd reach?
So I, as the Guardian, had scored a job as a strongman at the circus. I haven't thought of the Guardian in years, but apparently, he still strides the halls of my subconcious. I carried a big wooden platform hoisted above my head into the main arena, whereon the band and most of the performers stood, the band playing loudly. (The Guardian is EXTREMELY strong). The Guardian cut a dashing figure, the spangly circus-type white shorts and shirt contrasting against his jet-black hide.
Thing is, when I looked up, the wood platform above my head was braced by steel I-beams, so the platform wouldn't crack in half on the relatively small fulcrum of my hands. The physics nerd in me seemed to be still active, even in my dreams.
Then, the circus property was invaded my a motorized column of some sort of refugees. We couldn't do anything for 'em, so the Guardian was put to the task of running them off the property. Which I did. To make sure they wouldn't turn around and come back, I decided to throw a cement truck at their retreat, so they'd be impressed enough to stay away.
I remember clearly striding alongside the truck, to yank open the driver's door and order him out (didn't want to kill anyone just for a demonstration of strength). But as I yanked open the door and started to say "Get out", I saw the cab was empty - just a brown paper bag on the passenger seat, presumably holding a lunch, or the debris of a lunch.
So much the better. I lifted the front of the truck, looking for a good spot on the underside to grip it. Then I hoisted it above my head. Easy enough, but it was very akward to hold. So I took a running start and flung it about a hundred yards down the road, landing on it's side just short of the refugee column.
Holding up the truck caused my feet to sink deeply into the frozen ground. My footprints were deep, dark pits in the snow. Physics again - the weight of a cement truck concentrated in an area the size of a couple of feet would sink into even the hardest ground.
Then the truck driver came out of the restaurant beside the road, only to find his truck 100 yards away - on it's side. He was naturally shocked and angry. I felt embarrassed and didn't say anything. Not that even the toughest of truckers could do anything to the superstrong Guardian, but tossing his truck just to show off my strength WAS pretty cavalier of me. I felt in the wrong.
That's about all I remember of this particular dream. I think I remembered it because I was bemused by the little touches of realism, like the steel I-beams and the deep footprints. How deep does YOUR physics nerd reach?
I've also had dreams where I could fly, but I still could sense the physical forces at work - though I suspect you'd have a sharper sense of it that I would.
I think it's unsurprising that your mind took the time to note accurate physics if you have a vested interest in the subject.
Best point is driving into the chipset register area, and sitting by the beam counter watching it update.
I just wish it was updated to handle files, devices and networks. Maybe debugging would be alot easier when you can look at a whole 2D aray of memory in one glance, rather than a 1D array of hex, or even just one memory location at a time, stepping through.
And of course, there always that most important question.
Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?
Example of a 'real but odd' dream is in which I am running from something, but I have had asthma from a very young age. So I run, find nearby object and rest, run again, and repeat. And whatever is apparently chaseing me I know has me absolutely scared blind but I never see it, it never seems to catch me even when I stop to breath, and I never seem to have an inhaler in the dream. Had this dream a couple times, setting never seems to change. Wet suburban roads, lots of trees and benches, but no lights anywhere even though I can 'see'. o.O
Example of totally out there. Everything looks like a mid 90s cartoon. So a wave of cheese rolls out over a field of bubblegum bushes which floats to the surface to pop into rats ridding surf boards with.....backwards eyes. >.> Like they are inverted or something. I don't even seem to be in the dream, just looking down at it. Only had it once but remembered it ever since.
Another was me, sitting at a huge table with a bunch of suits sitting around it. Literally just the suits. o.o They are all argueing about dozens of things that I can never hone in onto to really figure out, then I just shout, they all shut up, I say something that in the dream makes sense some how like 'bazrip karoatl shrivex' and much nodding and agreement is had. I usually wake up around the third or fourth time that happens. Get that dream it seems about every month or so.
Awesome that you get dreams of particular character. :D Certainly sounds fun hefting a cement truck! ^^
Also - why can't The Thing jump?
In the comics hon, the hulk DOES leave footprints.. even when walking.. he's so physically dense that his natural body weight ( for his 8 foot 10 inch frame) leaves footprints several inches deep as he simply moves about, unless he's walking on something hard enough to support his 1000+ pound weight.. grassy soft ground and such often doesn't have much of that bit.. just like a very heavy truck or car would leave deeper tire tracks.
and as for jumping, he very much leaves severe tracks when he kicks off.. and even worse when he lands.. so its honestly just something not covered in the recent movies "The Incredible Hulk or The Avengers.."
and the reason the Thing can't do something like that is because ( by the original Marvel strength tables and such that they went by for the official RPG game; the thing does NOT have his prodigious strength .... he *IS* strong mind you, but the hulk outweighs him by several ranks in raw brute power ( think for every rank that the Hulk is above the Thing, the strength "capabilities" ( lifting, clearing distances by jumping and such stuff) is tripped in capacity..
There is also a special power ability called "Hyper-Leaping"... in this case, think Japanese Anime on INSANE Steroids as far as how far he can leap and such.. especially with a moving start instead of just a dead romp... once he gets going hon, the true comic book Hulk can LITERALLY go MILES at a single leap... < to quote the comics themselves; " In a leap that lesser men might well call flying"...
Now this DOES NOT MEAN that just because he can clear ridiculous distances when he gets going, that he can necessarily CONTROL what he lands on when he does land..
by the same example, they one time gave in the description of Hyper-Leaping, that the Hulk, in his cross country journey
" ....landed on 18 different cars and trucks < several of which were moving at the time>, 38 bushes, trees and shrubs of various sizes, 2 houses, and a late merino ram named "Herbert"....
On the contrary! I thought that was interesting, and I appreciate that you shared! (As a side note, I think it shitty that that kind of phrase has been reduced to sarcasm in general use.)
I'm more of a humanities guy, and my dreams may reflect that to some extent, in the talkier or more social ones. Other than the feeling that I'm always "swimming," even if surrounded by air, I don't know if I ever gave much thought to the internal, let alone external, logic of the physics involved.
As a side note, apparently your Guardian (what is he guarding?) believes that force solves most of the problems that he encounters.
Yeah, the driver wasn't happy about it, but hey, at least the Guardian checked ahead of time, to make sure he wasn't hurt.
*facepalms* oh my... now you're making me remember the dream where I got into an arguement with stephen hawking about how FTL would work...
My sword only cuts things it can cut in real life.
Bad guys can't get past serious barricades.
Not much else I can think of...
My dreams are seldom violent..But they tend to run by very specific rules when they are.
Oh-
and bad guys CAN be killed or incapacitated, and stay dead or locked up.
Freddy Krueger wouldn't like my dreams...He'd get hurt.
-Badger-