<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908</id><updated>2026-10-28T02:50:04.775-04:00</updated><category term="dream"/><category term="virus"/><category term="bloodbees"/><category term="dream structure"/><category term="insects"/><category term="zombies"/><category term="Undead"/><category term="bioengineering"/><category term="death"/><category term="dream within a dream"/><category term="experimentation facility"/><category term="lucid dream"/><category term="nightmare"/><category term="telepathy"/><category term="Antichrist"/><category term="advice on dreaming"/><category term="aliens"/><category term="announcement"/><category term="brains"/><category term="galactic"/><category term="love"/><category term="parasites"/><category term="perception"/><category term="planet"/><category term="question"/><category term="saving the world"/><category term="science"/><category term="space"/><category term="space battle"/><category term="ultimate weapons"/><category term="Alaska"/><category term="Apocalypse"/><category term="Armageddon"/><category term="BMW"/><category term="Congress"/><category term="GMO"/><category term="Heaven"/><category term="Kremlin"/><category term="Matrix"/><category term="Metallica"/><category term="Moscow"/><category term="Number of the Beast"/><category term="Obama"/><category term="Poll"/><category term="Recursion"/><category term="Tea Party"/><category term="airship"/><category term="antidepressants"/><category term="asbestos"/><category term="battlefield"/><category term="bueracracy"/><category term="cancer"/><category term="casino"/><category term="classification"/><category term="college"/><category term="communists"/><category term="credit"/><category term="demons"/><category term="depression"/><category term="dragon"/><category term="dreadnought"/><category term="dream interpretation"/><category term="education"/><category term="foreveralone"/><category term="formula"/><category term="gaming"/><category term="high school"/><category term="imagination"/><category term="impersonal dream"/><category term="insurance"/><category term="loan"/><category term="math"/><category term="memory"/><category term="mental health"/><category term="music"/><category term="nanomachines"/><category term="ocean"/><category term="offtopic"/><category term="physics"/><category term="poker"/><category term="police"/><category term="psychologists"/><category term="real life"/><category term="reality"/><category term="robots"/><category term="self-sacrifice"/><category term="sleep"/><category term="succubi"/><category term="surreal"/><category term="transformer"/><title type='text'>Dream a huge dream of me</title><subtitle type='html'>In the hidden town of R&#39;lyeh Cthulhu sleeps and waits for the stars to be right. Yet even in his sleep, he calls to his followers and inflicts madness on humanity. I consume that madness in my dreams and keep fighting every night since I died.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-8903376949729210225</id><published>2011-11-17T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:37:14.982-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare"/><title type='text'>Standard Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Today I dreamed of visiting my high school. But as soon as I entered I was grabbed by teachers and dragged to the classroom. There, I was given a test I knew nothing about. I had no idea about the answers, and cheating was punishable by death penalty, so even though I somehow had all the answers in my pocket, I was too scared to take them out. The worst thing was that until I got 100% of answers right I couldn&#39;t leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;WORST NIGHTMARE EVER&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/8903376949729210225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/11/standard-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/8903376949729210225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/8903376949729210225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/11/standard-nightmare.html' title='Standard Nightmare'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-3964998854259277055</id><published>2011-10-20T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:43:36.864-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="galactic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="planet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="space"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="space battle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telepathy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ultimate weapons"/><title type='text'>Stealing a star, part 1</title><content type='html'>I woke up in a desert, not remembering who I am or where I am, without anything but my clothes. I waled for hours, but suddenly I was surrounded by anti-grav cars coming out of nowhere. Apparently, this was a group of criminals, and I almost found out their base, so they offered me a choice between being killed and working with them. Of course I picked life, so I&#39;ve been taken to the base, which was in a large deserted Galactic Empire bunker. I went through rigorous training in hacking, mechanics and using psychic powers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, I was ready to go on a real raid. We boarded a stealth transport and flew through the warp gate to a space pirate base in a distant quadrant of galaxy. We landed unnoticed and&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;proceeded smoothly, but as soon as we entered the treasury, we were discovered. Hordes of space pirates attacked us, and one by one the team was dying. We were forced into a room with just one entrance, and soon only 2 of us remained. Commander was wounded and gave me some box saying it&#39;s a secret weapon and I must try to activate it with telekinesis. I tried to reach inside it and then the time slowed down and I was blinded by a bright flash.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I could see again, pirates that poured into the room were burned to crisp. Later I discovered that everyone on this base was killed, and that nearest star disappeared and the base is no longer in orbit, flying away from the warp gate. I realized that the box was one of the legendary star traps, but there was no time to hesitate, so I boarded the ship we came here in and launched autopilot, because I didn&#39;t know how to operate it. It flew me to the warp gate and activated the path all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other end of the gate the whole fleet of Federation ships was waiting for me. I had to use star trap to deflect their fire, and then to melt them all. I drifted through the newborn graveyard and landed on a nearest planet undetected, thanks to the stealth tech on my ship. But soon after I landed and prepared an anti-grav car to ride to nearest city and try to blend in, I was attacked by local gang riding giant 2-wheeled tanks. The race through the desert was intense, but in the end I was able to focus fire and dispose of them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/3964998854259277055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/10/stealing-star-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/3964998854259277055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/3964998854259277055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/10/stealing-star-part-1.html' title='Stealing a star, part 1'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-2836453822974837528</id><published>2011-10-16T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:51:49.514-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream within a dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insects"/><title type='text'>Dreaming about blogging</title><content type='html'>Today I had a dream about writing in this blog about a dream I had in my dream. Unfortunately, I can not remember what that dream was about, but as I was trying to write about it I was attacked by insects which didn&#39;t want me to publish the post. Only after I built a portable flamethrower I managed to clear out my room and finally finish the post.&lt;br /&gt;
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Naturally, I was a little scared about writing this post.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/2836453822974837528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreaming-about-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2836453822974837528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2836453822974837528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreaming-about-blogging.html' title='Dreaming about blogging'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-2113043461834662934</id><published>2011-10-07T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:06:07.403-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bueracracy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="galactic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="planet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="space"/><title type='text'>New Post, New Dream</title><content type='html'>Today I dreamed about going to space. What was unusual about this dream that it wasn&#39;t about fighting eternal evil or good, or even fighting at all; rather it was about going to space shopping for a planet. I had to buy a planet which was neither too close nor too far from the star so it could provide agricultural possibilities, which was also populated by adequate species, and which had a large unused quantity of minerals. It was quite difficult, but in the end I finally found one and then I had to fill out applications for credit in dark matter to pay the owner, then I had to file for participation in galactic planetowner association, then tons of other paperwork and I woke up because I got tired of writing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/2113043461834662934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-post-new-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2113043461834662934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2113043461834662934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-post-new-dream.html' title='New Post, New Dream'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-1017184843248614416</id><published>2011-09-26T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:38:27.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>Due to some personal circumstances I was not able to update this blog for a while. However, now that everything is resolved, I have returned to write more about my dreams.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/1017184843248614416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/09/return.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1017184843248614416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1017184843248614416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/09/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-1944571794115171326</id><published>2011-05-09T23:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:07:19.914-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="announcement"/><title type='text'>Another announcement</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve always&amp;nbsp;thrived for knowledge, and have accumulated&amp;nbsp;lots of incredibly interesting, yet absolutely useless information.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt; &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;Thus, I have created a new blog to give out the information I have accumulated over these years. Please &lt;a href=&quot;http://factsyouknownot.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;check it out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/1944571794115171326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-announcement.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1944571794115171326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1944571794115171326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-announcement.html' title='Another announcement'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-5901000237565762072</id><published>2011-05-08T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:52:57.867-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aliens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloodbees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brains"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream within a dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experimentation facility"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insects"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanomachines"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telepathy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies"/><title type='text'>Bloodbees, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When I came to my senses I was aboard a spaceship which belonged to the Trupont Chemical, company that went bankrupt several years before. I walked around, but when I noticed someone from the crew walking down the hall and tried to attract their attention, I realized that they cannot see me. This could only mean that Grorg opened up that girl&#39;s memory for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As time progressed I witnessed how ship landed on red dwarf and robots were sent out to mine some helium. Soon they all returned, but one of them was carrying strange reddish substance of unknown chemical structure. This substance was&amp;nbsp;brought&amp;nbsp;back to Earth and scientists managed to replicate it. Because of its color and origin they called it &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;starblood&lt;/span&gt;. It had very curious telepathy&amp;nbsp;enhancement&amp;nbsp;effects, and human trials were approved. However, during human testing most subjects would die, and preliminary research showed that human brain cannot adapt to changes. It was decided to test substance on children and secret underwater facility was built deep in the ocean outside of any country&#39;s territory. During testing most children were becoming telepathically active, yet they would lose cognitive abilities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Second stage of experiment involved&amp;nbsp;imbuing&amp;nbsp;mysterious&amp;nbsp;substance with nanomachines to enhance&amp;nbsp;intelligence. During the first wave of testing it was injected into flowers and bees were sent to collect their nectar. The hive became much more advanced in structure and obedience than usual once, yet it did not cause any change to bees. However, soon the bee queen produced another one, and it was colored red and black. New hive was started and it quickly became dominant. New bees were much more intelligent, and their carapace was crystalline, which made them very hard to kill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It was decided to continue experiments on humans using this new mixture. However, all subjects died, except one. As soon as substance was injected, strong telepathic signal knocked out most people with any telepathic abilities. At the same time, it caused new bees to go insane and start attacking humans. As a result, facility was destroyed, company went bankrupt and all research was stopped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I read all of that on a screen where girl&#39;s current mission was stated. Apparently zombies contained trace amount of starblood in them. She was sent by United Earth security&amp;nbsp;committee&amp;nbsp;to investigate the situation and uncover the source of starblood. She has been tracing it for a while, and apparently zombies somehow managed to produce it in their liver. Additional research showed that it was full of nanomachines rebuilding themselves and creating starblood from human blood. Shortly after that discovery, I arrived and uncovered initial source of contamination: corpse of the girl was confirmed to be one of the subjects from destroyed facility.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Then I jumped to her next memory and saw how the door into my room opened and I walked in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/5901000237565762072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloodbees-part-4.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/5901000237565762072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/5901000237565762072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloodbees-part-4.html' title='Bloodbees, Part 4'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-6943736150690377625</id><published>2011-05-08T05:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T05:32:44.898-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Number of the Beast"/><title type='text'>Achievement unlocked!</title><content type='html'>This blog has passed 6666 views! This is really impressive, thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m really sorry about not updating in a while, my sleep has not been very productive as I was really busy, but be assured that I&#39;ll finish the bloodbees dream really soon, and there are more to follow! Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;
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But for now, the number of views really calls for some good music, and here it is!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/rrSiIqCpxB8?rel=0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/6943736150690377625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/achievement-unlocked.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/6943736150690377625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/6943736150690377625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/achievement-unlocked.html' title='Achievement unlocked!'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/rrSiIqCpxB8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-7409298163741737610</id><published>2011-05-02T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:47:38.459-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surreal"/><title type='text'>Circular surreality</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I&#39;m a point in a circular one-dimensional reality shaped like a poker table, in which I am being chased by a pair of 3s.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/7409298163741737610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/circular-surreality.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/7409298163741737610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/7409298163741737610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/05/circular-surreality.html' title='Circular surreality'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-1482936287819803793</id><published>2011-04-30T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T04:53:21.484-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gaming"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="offtopic"/><title type='text'>Offtopic</title><content type='html'>If God has devised Hell as an instrument to punish sinners, would killing demons, eating their hearts and aborting unborn and born demon babies be against his will?&lt;br /&gt;
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I played Dante&#39;s Inferno today and I feel bad about what I had to do to poor demons &amp;gt;___&amp;gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/1482936287819803793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/offtopic.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1482936287819803793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1482936287819803793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/offtopic.html' title='Offtopic'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-2591398540602165842</id><published>2011-04-28T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:32:53.011-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare"/><title type='text'>Nightmare today</title><content type='html'>Dreaming about college feels bad. Dreaming about being late to final exam, for which I&#39;m unprepared and don&#39;t have any way of cheating to at least a C is horrifying. Dreaming all of that when I never had this happen to me in reality - plain&amp;nbsp;nightmare!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/2591398540602165842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/nightmare-today.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2591398540602165842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2591398540602165842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/nightmare-today.html' title='Nightmare today'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-5114577677975007014</id><published>2011-04-27T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:33:25.375-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice on dreaming"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="asbestos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cancer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="credit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="police"/><title type='text'>Double Trouble Dream</title><content type='html'>For some reason I went to [Censored&amp;nbsp;town where I used to live] to visit my ex. For some even more unknown reason we spent night together. When I woke up, I realized that she&#39;s gone, and my clothes are gone with her. The worst thing was that I worked in police, and needed to be at work really soon. I decided to go to nearest store to buy a new uniform, but when I got there and tried to pay with my credit card, I was told that i&#39;m a victim of identity theft and my card was declined. For some reason they offered me to refinance my mortgage and use remaining money to buy uniform. I had to do that, even though my credit report, that was flying around and talking to me, demanded that I don&#39;t do it. When I finally got dressed up, I went to catch a bus, and was going home when suddenly I fell asleep. When I woke up, I already missed my stop and was at the last station, which was at my ex&#39;s house! I went inside and she was there, and when I asked her why she stole my clothes, she told me that it was to save me from cancer, since while i was asleep thieves managed to get inside and tried to steal a box of asbestos she kept in her room, but accidentally dropped it right on my uniform, so they stole my identity instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point I got so confused that I finally woke up. For some reason most realistic dreams i have make less sense than sci-fi and fantasy ones...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/5114577677975007014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/double-trouble-dream.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/5114577677975007014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/5114577677975007014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/double-trouble-dream.html' title='Double Trouble Dream'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-3649721438039480643</id><published>2011-04-26T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:05:51.707-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="announcement"/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>As I promised in Metallica video post, I&#39;m glad to announce creation of my new blog. As an economist, it pains me to see some of current discussions about world situation, therefore I decided that it is time to act and try to open people&#39;s eyes in regards to what is going on and not let them be turned into zombies by current gurus of economic thought who care only about their holy wars in ideological realm.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will welcome any discussions and will try to update often both with theoretical articles and reviews of current situation. If you&#39;re interested, please check my new blog out at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://collapseofeconomictheory.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://collapseofeconomictheory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/3649721438039480643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/announcement.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/3649721438039480643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/3649721438039480643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-2281846804254206570</id><published>2011-04-25T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:39:04.333-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aliens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloodbees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream within a dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experimentation facility"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parasites"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="space battle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies"/><title type='text'>Bloodbees, Part 3: Dream within a Dream</title><content type='html'>I got into my room in the hotel where I was staying late at night, and Grorg still was mentally mumbling in my brain, making no sense whatsoever. It seemed like he was talking in his own language, so I wasn&#39;t sure whether he was just so shocked he started talking to me or communicating with other members of his race hidden somewhere around.&lt;br /&gt;
I had went to wash off oil from going around the graveyard and walked out of the bathroom only to see a gun pointed at me. Not sure how that girl got here, but she was sitting in a chair and holding backpack with Grorg. I felt her touch on my brain and realized she&#39;s from Earth Security Telepathic Force. I felt her shuffling through my memories, but suddenly pain overwhelmed me and I lost consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw&amp;nbsp;thousands&amp;nbsp;of crystals of all colors going around. Green ones were growing trees and flowers; yellow were collecting sun energy; orange were&amp;nbsp;guarding other ones; and so on. The only color that was missing was red. When i realized that, my field of view suddenly changed. Now I was underground, looking how white science crystals are conducting countless experiments, trying to create new colors. Everything was fine until they created red crystal. As soon as it emerged from crystallization solution, it killed everyone around itself. It left the lab room and started killing other crystals. When they died, they were turning red, and soon after that they shattered into many pieces, and all those were flying after the main crystal. In a matter of months, the planet was dead, with only red crystal and his shards remaining.&lt;br /&gt;
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My view changed again. I saw Grorg&#39;s home planet. It was surrounded by&amp;nbsp;millions&amp;nbsp;of centaurian warships, much more than they had even before the war with Earth. They launched and my vision changed once again. Now I saw a battle between those&amp;nbsp;starships and red crystal&#39;s flagship and its hordes of red shards. Centaurian ships were torn apart at incredible rate, and I also saw battles aboard some of them. Shards were inserting themselves into brain-like aliens and those were turning pitch black. After that they were starting to fight they own comrades, and ships on which those won were turning against the main fleet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually, with heavy losses, centaurians won. They captured the red crystal and threw it into the nearest star. Only few ships returned home, and among those who were on board I&amp;nbsp;recognized&amp;nbsp;telepathic&amp;nbsp;signature of Grorg. Picture suddenly shattered and I lost consciousness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/2281846804254206570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-3-dream-within-dream.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2281846804254206570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/2281846804254206570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-3-dream-within-dream.html' title='Bloodbees, Part 3: Dream within a Dream'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-3830687355767664623</id><published>2011-04-24T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T05:05:14.092-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="formula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="math"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="physics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science"/><title type='text'>Scientific dream (Nov 18, 2007)</title><content type='html'>I had a dream about lots of&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;women. All of them were naked and were writing math and physics formulas on each other bodies. Suddenly, one of them wrote that integral over the closed surface of cross product of magnetic field and area is equal to 1. I felt so angry that I woke up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/3830687355767664623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/scientific-dream-nov-18-2007.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/3830687355767664623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/3830687355767664623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/scientific-dream-nov-18-2007.html' title='Scientific dream (Nov 18, 2007)'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-8879906192265952155</id><published>2011-04-23T04:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:42:21.975-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Metallica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Undead"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies"/><title type='text'>Whoever made this video knows exactly how my dreams feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;295&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/S28LDft7cO4?fs=1&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also consider this to be a spoiler for some future announcement. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/8879906192265952155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/whoever-made-this-video-knows-exactly.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/8879906192265952155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/8879906192265952155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/whoever-made-this-video-knows-exactly.html' title='Whoever made this video knows exactly how my dreams feel'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/S28LDft7cO4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-1493809524194743186</id><published>2011-04-22T05:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T05:49:40.017-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BMW"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casino"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Undead"/><title type='text'>Dream without a name</title><content type='html'>I was driving around in brand new BMW half of the day and teasing all the people I know. Then I went to a casino, and won so much that all dealers had heart attacks. I put their corpses into my car and drove to some wilderness to bury them all. It was really cold and ground was frozen, so I had to warm it up with plasma cutter and then dig graves. My main problem though was an annoying skeleton running around and trying to steal and eat some corpses. In the end I solved the problem by laying in a grave and pretending to be a corpse myself, and when he got close enough I cut him down with my shovel. I continued to dig graves until the sunrise, at which point the dead started to scream horribly... and I woke up to find that those were actually screams of children in the&amp;nbsp;neighboring house.&lt;br /&gt;
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This dream has a very&amp;nbsp;important&amp;nbsp;meaning: don&#39;t beat your children or your&amp;nbsp;neighbors&amp;nbsp;will dream of dead rising.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/1493809524194743186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-without-name.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1493809524194743186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1493809524194743186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-without-name.html' title='Dream without a name'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-6424558343931060987</id><published>2011-04-21T04:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T05:50:11.951-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bioengineering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloodbees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brains"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insects"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insurance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saving the world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telepathy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombies"/><title type='text'>Bloodbees, Part 2</title><content type='html'>I was just a simple insurance agent in Transgalactic Mutual. That day I got sent back to Earth to check the claim of Saudi king about his country destroyed by zombie infestation, and primarily to see if there is any trace that would show that he caused virus&amp;nbsp;outbreak&amp;nbsp;himself. I was also assigned a partner, whom I met already on our charter shuttle to Earth. Grorg was from Alpha Centauri star system and as all centauirians looked liked crushed brain. He actually was just a brain, which was able to rearrange its own structure and move using this property; he also communicated through&amp;nbsp;telepathic interaction. I out him into my backpack, so he won&#39;t scare away possible witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We landed on carrier in the Gulf and took short-range teleport straight to king&#39;s palace. His representative informed us about recent cases of zombie&amp;nbsp;outbreaks, which caused interference with sand mining operations, causing millions of stardollars in loses. Our investigation in the palace didn&#39;t show any hints of someone&#39;s involvement in this case, so we decided to inspect site of the very first outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;
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After hours of talking to uneducated local population using very painful universal translator, which had to be installed directly into the vocal cords, we finally found a witness of the first zombie. Woman was crying as she told us about her boy growing up and getting more and more dangerous and violent with every passing year, up until the moment he had a weird seizure and died only to start attacking other people right after he let out his final breath. It seemed like zombies in this case were not contagious, as there were many survivors of their bites showing no sign of infection, yet there was a constant supply of new zombies, almost all of them were young and had shown violent behavior while still being alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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As all previous infestation on Earth were caused by a virus Z-12, which accidentally leaked from long forgotten Soviet laboratory after an earthquake, I had no idea about sources of those outbreaks. However, Grorg insisted on going through the police records in the region. It seemed that all people who turned into zombies had violent behavior way before that. Grorg connected to neural interface of computer system and analyzed trends, which allowed him to approximate beginning of this behavior to the time period 12 years ago and to a single village in the middle of a desert.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we arrived there, Grorg insisted on going to local&amp;nbsp;cemetery. We arrived there and Grorg started telepathic scan of oil wall. Since sand became main source of energy, it became to expensive to bury people in it, and so most poor places with access to oil started putting up oil walls using gravitation suppressors and putting their dead in there. I&#39;ve been waiting for a while before Grorg contacted me. Sun was already setting and I didn&#39;t want to remain in zombie infested area after the dark. Grorg told me to come over and extract a corpse from a spot which coordinates he&amp;nbsp;imprinted&amp;nbsp;in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pulled out a little&amp;nbsp;skeleton, probably of a child... except it was made from metal. Its skull had a wide crack, and inside it there was a huge red metallic lump, almost the size of a human brain. As i was translating video information to Grorg, I felt how his telepathic connection faded, but not before feeling me with unimaginable terror. At the same moment the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, and red lump of metal started moving. It jumped out of the skull, unwrapped outer sheets of metal, projected&amp;nbsp;anti-gravity&amp;nbsp;field and escaped before I could do anything. Because of the field the whole cemetery started to collapse, and I barely made it out of there with Grorg.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To be continued, also number of visits &amp;gt; 1666 (the number of the old disabled beast with a cane)&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/6424558343931060987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-2.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/6424558343931060987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/6424558343931060987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-2.html' title='Bloodbees, Part 2'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-7712661406724808549</id><published>2011-04-20T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:12:38.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important milestone 2</title><content type='html'>Another reason to brag, guys. Today I have 11^2=121 followers! I know that usually people celebrate 10^2 numbers, but 11 is much better, so there.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a part of celebration I declare special offer! If you follow me, yet I do not follow you, and you think I should, comment in this thread. If this actually happened to anyone, I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;sorry, but at these numbers it&#39;s already difficult to catch everything, especially since I&#39;m still not used to blogger interface.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/7712661406724808549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/important-milestone-2.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/7712661406724808549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/7712661406724808549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/important-milestone-2.html' title='Important milestone 2'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-7338936968104724972</id><published>2011-04-19T17:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:42:39.154-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poll"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question"/><title type='text'>Poll I</title><content type='html'>Some interesting responses to last post. I added a poll to get a quantitative estimate, so if you have 3 free seconds please answer the question :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/7338936968104724972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/poll-i.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/7338936968104724972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/7338936968104724972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/poll-i.html' title='Poll I'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-5675261009352003149</id><published>2011-04-18T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:50:13.836-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classification"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream structure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question"/><title type='text'>Intermission: Dream Classification I</title><content type='html'>There are different properties that distinguish dreams from each other. Today, however, I want to talk only about one of them: point of view.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;ve been thinking about this a lot, and came up with following classification:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) 1st person: this one is pretty obvious. Dream is seen in the same perspective we all have in our lives. Example is&lt;a href=&quot;http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-06-27-2006-with-totally.html&quot;&gt; this dream.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2) 3rd person: In a dream, you see yourself from outside your body; however, you still remain in full control of your actions and experience all feelings of your body. Most common dream type for me. Example is &lt;a href=&quot;http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-late-to-war.html&quot;&gt;I&#39;m Late to the War.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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3) Narrator - type I: you see yourself from outside of your body and have no connection to it, it acts just like all other characters in the dream. Yet, you remain conscious and able to make judgement of your body&#39;s actions. Example is &lt;a href=&quot;http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/dream-2006-01-06.html&quot;&gt;this dream.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Narrator - type II: you see yourself from outside of your body and have no connection to it. However, you also do not represent an entity, acting merely as a camera witnessing the events. I have no described any dreams of this type yet as they are most difficult to remember.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) Impersonal: you&#39;re not present in a dream, it occurs on it&#39;s own. Example is the first part of &lt;a href=&quot;http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-1.html&quot;&gt;Bloodbees dream&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what kind of dreams do you usually have?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/5675261009352003149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/intermission-dream-classification-i.html#comment-form' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/5675261009352003149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/5675261009352003149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/intermission-dream-classification-i.html' title='Intermission: Dream Classification I'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-4533865283097430790</id><published>2011-04-17T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:43:20.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important milestone</title><content type='html'>My blog has surpassed 666 views. Praise be to &lt;s&gt;Yevon &lt;/s&gt;Yog-Sothoth!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/4533865283097430790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/important-milestone.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/4533865283097430790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/4533865283097430790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/important-milestone.html' title='Important milestone'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-1114704706993817717</id><published>2011-04-17T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:33:07.311-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bioengineering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloodbees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experimentation facility"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="impersonal dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insects"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ocean"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parasites"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="robots"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virus"/><title type='text'>Bloodbees, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Amy&#39;s birth was unfortunate. Her father ran away as soon as he knew about pregnancy, and her mother was a drug addict. Soon after Amy turned two, her mother arranged the deal to sell her for unspecified purposes. Man in a black suit arrived at specified place and brought a case full of money with him. After the trade, Amy&#39;s mother went home and 2 weeks later neighbors found her decaying corpse. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amy was taken to the secret underwater lab. She was raised with several other children, rarely seeing any other humans. All interactions with children were performed by robots, and every day was the same boring routine of mental telepathic training and injection of test substances. Amy didn&#39;t know her age or even her name, as all children were referred to as subjects. She was Subject 11, and she become good friends with Subjects 2 and 3, slightly older twins, a boy and a girl, who had a wild fantasy, and they spent long time fantasizing about outside world sitting in their common room with a fantastic view to ocean&#39;s floor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything changed after Amy was injected with completely black substance. She felt unimaginable pain, yet she could no longer control her body to scream or even express her emotions. She could only see and hear how Subjects 10 to 4 were all brought into the experimentation room and all died after being injected with the same substances. Their horribly mutilated corpses were dumped into the&amp;nbsp;corner&amp;nbsp;of the room. When Subject 3 was brought into the room, Amy wanted to cry, but couldn&#39;t. As he was tied to the chair, Amy suddenly became able to move her hands. She reached out to robots who were administering the injection.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time slowed down as corpses in the corner of the room exploded and thousands of insects, having black and red stripes, flew&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;the robots, completely destroying them, and then&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;the wall, shattering it into pieces. Amy was able to move, and she run to the Subject 3, untying him and then collapsing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
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She woke up to the sound of sirens, being carried by Subject 2 and 3. Before she could say&amp;nbsp;anything, they arrived at a locked glass door. Subject 3 tried to break it, but the glass didn&#39;t even budge. They collapsed on the floor, not knowing what to do, when they noticed water flowing down the corridor they just came from. As they&#39;ve lost all their hope, on the other side of the door they saw a man and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Man approached the door and started to input something on the terminal, but the woman ran up to him and started dragging him away screaming: &quot;Richard, you know we can&#39;t let them escape!&quot; Richard tried to struggle, but whether he was just weaker than the woman or had not decided to let children go is unknown, but before they reached the stairs on the other end of the hallway, they both were&amp;nbsp;assaulted&amp;nbsp;by red bees, who easily penetrated iron walls of the facility. They ripped the woman to shreds, and completely engulfed the man. Living swarm in humanoid form approached the door, pressed correct buttons on the terminal and doors slided to the sides. Man and bees fell to the ground dead, but children were able to run away. At the end of the long hallway, struggling to go through increasing water flow, they arrived at a room with several escape pods. They all got into one, pressed the button and cuddled with each other as engine started and took them away. Going to the surface, they saw how the whole research facility collapsed. Their escape pod was constructed for adults, and so the speed of ascent was too much for the children, who all lost consciousness...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/1114704706993817717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-1.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1114704706993817717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/1114704706993817717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloodbees-part-1.html' title='Bloodbees, Part 1'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-4609029778357643111</id><published>2011-04-16T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:21:54.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Request to my readers</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m fluttered that my dreams are met with such an&amp;nbsp;overwhelmingly&amp;nbsp;positive response, however, would you kindly also include any critique you have? I&#39;m not a native English speaker and I&#39;m not a professional writer, so, while I have all those dream plots in my mind, I might not be relaying them the&amp;nbsp;best&amp;nbsp;way possible, so any input would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 8px;&quot;&gt;TR4R7SNPQKJR&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/4609029778357643111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/request-to-my-readers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/4609029778357643111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/4609029778357643111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/request-to-my-readers.html' title='Request to my readers'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915196805548502908.post-692011728348740273</id><published>2011-04-15T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:07:34.069-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="airship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="battlefield"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bioengineering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dragon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreadnought"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saving the world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-sacrifice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transformer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ultimate weapons"/><title type='text'>&quot;I&#39;m late to the war!&quot;</title><content type='html'>This thought was pulsing in my mind as I was trying to complete the air-based transformer dreadnought I&#39;ve been working on for several years already. Unfortunately, nearest kingdom finally declared war before it was complete, and now the fate of my people depended on how quickly I can complete the project.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I&#39;ve been punching weapon block into its place, love of my afterlife quietly approached me. She always managed to creep up on me, but this time I was so distracted that I didn&#39;t even get scared by her sudden appearance. She didn&#39;t say anything, just kissed me and left, and words were meaningless anyway,&amp;nbsp;because I already knew that she is going to lead the army and try to hold out until our ultimate weapon is operational. I brushed aside pessimistic thought and continued my work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Emperor of Thousand Suns sat on his portable throne near the battlefield and was periodically checking his pocket clock. &quot;They are late!&quot; - shouted he angrily, grabbed a spear and threw it at one of his slaves. The war minister left out a heavy sigh and started polishing dragon tube. Best scientists worked for years to purify the essence of rage and create DNA that will contain it. Finally, they&amp;nbsp;succeeded at that, as well as implementing friendly fire&amp;nbsp;algorithm. Empire of Thousand Suns could never catch up with their rivals in technological advances, but their&amp;nbsp;bioengineering&amp;nbsp;allowed them to bend life itself to serve their purposes. The day to fight to death arrived, and they were ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Emperor watched impatiently how their enemies&#39; slicer tanks rolled out on the game board and grouped around the power columns, ready to defend them. Even Empire&#39;s most armored beasts were easily cut in half by those tanks diamond chainsaw blades, but today it will be different. The dragon of rage will melt them all, and then destroy the pillars of power which sustained gravitational field and therefore plunge enemy&#39;s kingdom into the magma. The time was right, so he personally loaded the tube into a catapult and cut the rope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After several hours of work I managed to stabilize graviton leak and normalize antimatter output in engines. The dreadnought was ready, and I quickly synchronized my mind with it, blasted the wall of the cave in which I was building it open and flew away. I knew that battle has already started, but I was still hoping to get to the board before our forces would suffer any significant casualties.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Rage dragon kept growing as he was fighting the enemy. He already destroyed first power pillar and killed it&#39;s keeper, but remaining enemy forces gathered&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;second one and used almost constant barrage of lasers to form a secure hemisphere around it. However, very soon their power supplies will run low and then he&#39;ll fry and eat them all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ground&amp;nbsp;trembled&amp;nbsp;and started to fall apart, revealing magma underneath it. I knew I was too late, but the only thing I could do now is to take the Empire with me. I put engines into overdrive, no longer caring about possibility of&amp;nbsp;explosion and arrived at the battlefield in just a few minutes. I saw shattered power pillars, heaps of dead bodies and molten metal. And a giant dragon flying around and killing our remaining forces. I turned off invisibility shield and opened fire from all guns. My rage and sorrow multiplied the power output, and graviton leak fix could no longer contain the flood. Plates of ground as well as some tanks started to plunge to my gravitational spikes, and in a few seconds I had 4 fully operation rock-metal arms.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The dragon was already so powerful that he could deflect lasers with his armor now. With every shot he was getting only more angry, and he gained even more power from that. He left shattered ground forces alone and turned all his attention to the new enemy, who was contesting for the skies with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My fire wiped out all of the Empire&#39;s forces, shattered their power pillars and doomed both countries to total destruction. But I did not think about it, as my only thought was about revenge. And now I had to kill the one who was most responsible for our death - the dragon. Lasers were useless against him, and so he flew right into dreadnought&#39;s face, trying to melt the airship with his plasma breath. I grabbed him with all 4 hands and the last thing I remember was his scream as I crushed his armor and bones, and the clump of his flesh detonated.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up on the ground, with medics standing around and soldiers curiously trying to look at me while pretending to be on guard. I thought I was dead, as there should be no ground at all, but I did not even need to ask for explanation as I saw a new power pillar. My love was contained inside it as a keeper. She was asleep and will be forever until the pillar is crushed, and then she&#39;ll die quickly without life support. But it&#39;s the only thing that allows our kingdom to still exist, and that means that &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&#39;ll wait for her for the eternity... as a keeper of second power pillar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/feeds/692011728348740273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-late-to-war.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/692011728348740273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915196805548502908/posts/default/692011728348740273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lich57.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-late-to-war.html' title='&quot;I&#39;m late to the war!&quot;'/><author><name>Lich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17883176657309717469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BNjfcIuOPiK9Rb3Qo6FhOU6gSMg5MsnHKAkfiprX9PeSR-CEFyEom3l_wyxxH2Z_jomqI7qfu92TCQdCJAcDep-hBLkSuI3tghIZev_ZvGbGcDVwnEhE0ng8412c/s1600/Eye_by_Paralich.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>