I Am Number Four (2011)

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I Am Number Four (2011)

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2011, PG-13, **, 01:50, Color, English, United States,

One of nine living on Earth, an alien (Alex Pettyfer) with extraordinary abilities poses as an ordinary teenager in the hope of evading those sent to kill him.

Cast: Alex Pettyfer, Timothy Olyphant, Dianna Agron, Teresa Palmer, Callan McAuliffe, Jake Abel, Kevin Durand, Emily Wickersham Director(s): D.J. Caruso Producer(s): Michael Bay Executive Producer(s): David Valdes, Chris Bender, J.C. Spink





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I Am Number Four (2011)

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USA 18 February 2011










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I Am Number Four (2011)


Oh, my God.
He's a freak.
He's some kind of freak.
Number Three's dead.
You all right?
- Yeah.
- Anyone else see what happened?
I told you not to keep this crap.
It just slows us down.
All right, let's go.
Daniel.
This is the part
I hate the most, the running.
But it's the only thing
in my life that's real.
The rest is a lie.
Even Henri.
People think he's my father.
He's not.
He's a warrior from my planet,
assigned to keep me alive.
I don't remember my father.
All he left for me
was some kind of box.
Henri says he'll pass it on to me
when the time is right.










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I Am Number Four (2011)


I got my first scar
when I was nine years old,
near the border of Mexico.
It woke me from my sleep.
It was the first sign that the
Mogadorians had found us here on Earth.
The second scar
came when I was 12.
I was in Colorado,
in the middle of a spelling bee.
As soon as I felt it,
I knew Number Two was dead.
Last night, I got my third scar.
I was just a kid when the Mogadorians
invaded my planet, Lorien.
Nine of us children escaped.
We were gifted, meant to protect
our people when we grew up.
We never got the chance.
Everyone was killed.
We are the last of our kind.
Three of us are gone. Dead.
They are hunting us down,
one by one, in order.
I know I'm next.
I am Number Four.










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I Am Number Four (2011)


This time was different.
I didn't just get a scar.
I, uh... I saw Number Three.
I felt the knife, I felt him die.
I could tell we all did.
- The others.
- We should get moving.
Mogadorians could've
already picked up our scent.
We're going to Paradise.
I have business to take care of.
It's Bernie Kosar.
Played football.
- Yeah, he played for Cleveland.
- Hm. Good to know.
- Next time, I get to pick the place.
- Yeah.
That's all of it.
I'm going to bed.










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: posted by H.V.O.M at 8:28 PM Thursday, September 15, 2005


Behavior control

Had some weird dreams lately. I think they are in my head again. How they are doing it I do not know. I have searched the internet for a long time to get more clues on it, primarily to find other instances of something like this happening. As I documented earlier, it is known that external noises can influence a person's dreams. What I have been trying to do is determine whether someone is trying to control my mind. I don't think they are controlling my mind and that everything I do is my own free-will, but it just all really agitates me. I have actually found U.S. Patents for devices and methods to control behavior, but whether this stuff really works, I don't know. Most of it sounds like a bunch of X-Files-nonsense to me. Here's one I found with a short description for U.S. Patent 6,258,022:

[ internet hyperlink lost: ] Behavior modification of a human subject takes place under hypnosis, when the subject is in a relaxed state. [ internet hyperlink ]

The complete description includes a device which isn't present in my situation, but there is a lot of other similarity to make me wonder. Last year, I read about a device that can channel sound like a spotlight does to light. It creates a narrow beam of sound that can be projected to a specific location. I suspect they are using something like that in my situation. Or maybe I am psychic, hell I don't know, I would pretty much believe anything at this point, even though I don't believe in supernatural stuff like that.

I am going to describe a dream I had earlier today, because as strange as it seems, I think I am supposed to. I think someone is testing me and they want me to relay to them what they sent to my sleeping mind. I guess they want to see how much detail I remember when I am awake or something like that. It has happened a couple times lately but I have resisted writing about it. Mainly because it agitates me so to be manipulated like this.

I had that dream again about the house I bought in South Carolina back in the early '90s. I loved that place, it was quiet and relaxing. That house is always the central element in dreams I have sometime. There are usually variations to the situation, but the house is always there. And there is usually another element to the dream. In the dream, I discover that I still own the house and I can go back there any time I want, even at the very moment I realize it is still there. It is a great feeling to know I can sleep there that very night if I want to.

In this dream last night though, there is something about my nieces. One of them has bought the house and will live there now. This is one of ten houses that one of ten nieces is getting. Not sure what that means, I only have two nieces. So anyway, I have two cars parked outside. One is that Mazda RX-7, and just like re-discovering the house in the prior dreams, this car is suddenly mine again and I am very happy to see it. I faced a dilemma though about how to get two cars back to my place, whereever that was. There is a lot of food in one car and I am transferring it from one to the RX-7. It was dark. Then I found myself at what seemed to be my own place in the country, the grass was very high. Never seen this place before, but there seems to be something slightly familiar about it. Next image I remember is my Jeep blocking the entrace of my driveway. But the postman has driven around it and is delivering the mail. He has a lot to deliver. At one point, he walks up to the house, or the garage, but I do not talk with him. Before this, I had been walking around the property and there are a lot of other buildings with purposes I don't know but they have a lot of objects, tools and such, cluttered around. I am standing on the porch about to go in and a woman throws open a hatch on the porch and starts climbing up from under the porch. She is carrying a fishing tackle box and something else I don't recognize. She is a scientist or something. She is on some kind of expedition to go out and cause frogs, I think it was, to contract the "mumps." I don't know why she was doing it, but she said they weren't doing it themselves. I woke up at this point and I could hear some loud-mouth in another room on this floor talking loudly next to his window about how he never contracted the mumps when he was a kid even though he had actually tried to contract it by getting into bed with someone that had the mumps.

I'm not sure if this dream happened after I went back to sleep or it had occured earlier, but I was in that unfamilar house there in the country and I was trying to get ready. I was meeting some family members in town for lunch but I kept getting interrupted. At one point, the clock read 1:38 pm but I had to be there at 2pm and I had not even showered or shaved yet. I didn't know how to get in touch with them to let them know I would be late.

The other dream I had was about fighting some kind of aliens. I'm not sure if this dream happened before the one I wrote about above or if it happened later. In this dream, I am still in the Navy, but I am wearing some kind of camoflauge uniform, maybe army or marines. These aliens have invaded a subway and there are a lot of travelers around in danger. I am about to drop from exhaustion after 36 hours of fighting, we have been retreating and I am separated from the other soldiers. I am carrying two heavy packs, trying to find another unit to group up with, with passengers stream through the facility, they are even getting on the trains as some of them are still coming through. I have lost my rifle somewhere. I still have plenty of ammo, but I can't find a rifle. A woman at a coffee kisok says something to me that I don't remember, she has dried blood on her hands as she is preparing coffee. Then I am outside and I have found an armory where I get another rifle. I start heading back to the subway. A woman drives up in a car and asks me if I am who she thinks I am. But I can't remember seeing her actually in the car, all I can remember is seeing her buried in the dirt with only her talking face exposed. That is all I remember.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 15 September 2005 excerpt ends]










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I Am Number Four (2011)


- Anyone else see what happened?
I told you not to keep this crap.
It just slows us down.










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 9:30 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 02 March 2016 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2016/03/dead-like-me.html


Dead Like Me



Ordinarily I wouldn't stop to make this note without a reference to past comments I made because to reference my past comments when I was still thinking at a time when recently under the influence of Seattle Veteran's Affair's hospital psychiatry drugs seems more credible.

I made only a cursory search for a reference in my massive blog archives for comments I am standing here now at my computer and not really even sure I made. I am standing here now confused about what the hell I started off searching for.

Oh, right. The photographs.

That inconvenient period in the first half of June 2005.

I was sleeping in my Jeep.

I was thinking again recently extensively about that period. I was thinking I would like to see that place again because I would like to see how much the trees have grown. That was timber country.

So for many times in the past decade I have regretted that time because I made a campfire and I burned my photos from the 1980s.

I had a lot of photos from the USS Taylor in a photo album and that time in June 2005 I made that campfire and I burned every single photograph I owned up that point.

What is more profound is the sense of profound in recent months about that activity of burning those photographs. In recent months I have had thoughts in my mind that by destroying those photographs I symbolically destroyed my memory of that extremely secret life I hypothesis I lived during the 1990s.

There is also this unbelievable sense of my mind about how pointless is all this. Describing this here is just so damn counterproductive.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 02 March 2016 excerpt ends]



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 2:37 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 13 March 2016