by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/01/2024 5:12 PM
Today - this calendar-day 04/01/2024 - is the very first time I noticed this production by Nicolas Cage and I know it will be entertaining
And more work for me.
The POST!!! POST!!! POST!!! NOW!!! NOW!!! NOW!!! compunction isn't hitting me as hard right now at this very moment, so I will probably not make a blog-post here about it until tomorrow or later
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/01/2024 5:41 PM
I know that *I* am a real person BECAUSE *I* think
Cannot prove that about any of *you*
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/03/2024 10:31 AM
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: April 14, 2021
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6/15/2011 ( James A. Corey "The Expanse" book 1 "Leviathan Wakes" )
page 282, Kindle
When, Miller wondered, does someone stop being human? There had to be a moment, some decision you made, and before it, you were one person, and after it, someone else.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Identification_(literature)
Identification (literature)
From Wikipedia
Identification refers to the automatic, subconscious psychological process in which an individual becomes like or closely associates themselves with another person by adopting one or more of the others' perceived personality traits, physical attributes, or some other aspect of their identity. The concept of identification was founded by psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud in the 1920’s, and has since been expanded on and applied in psychology, social studies, media studies, and literary and film criticism. In literature, identification most often refers to the audience identifying with a fictional character, however it can also be employed as a narrative device whereby one character identifies with another character within the text itself.
From 9/24/1971 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Room 222"::"The Stutterer" ) To 4/1/2024 ( ) is 19183 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/11/2018 ( ) is 19183 days
https://hvom.blogspot.com/
From 4/23/2010 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Stargate: Universe"::"Human" ) To 4/1/2024 ( ) is 5092 days
5092 = 2546 + 2546
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/22/1972 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Sandy Duncan Show"::"Knock on Any Door" ) is 2546 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaphysics
Metaphysics
From Wikipedia
Metaphysics is the branch of philosophy that studies the fundamental nature of reality. This includes studies of the first principles of: being or existence, identity, change, consciousness, space and time, necessity, actuality, and possibility. It can also include questions about the existence of (and conceptions of) God, as well as relationships between foundational philosophical ideas such as between mind and matter, cause and effect, substance and attribute, or potentiality and actuality.
by me, Kerry Burgess, June 04, 2018 5:57 pm
A KREM 2 News Investigative Reporter who claims (hypocritically?) to "believe in the power of prayer".
I've never heard of anything more pathetic.
A grown adult so cowardly superstitious to have to desperately cling to some ridiculous fairy-tale invented by cavemen.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: August 18, 2021
Your god(s) were invented by cavemen.
They were superstitious imbeciles.
by me, Kerry Burgess, August 02, 2017 2:30 pm
Religion and The Wheel: the two most ambitious inventions of Man proving Weak Bodies, Weak Minds.
by me, Kerry Burgess, November 22, 2016
Kerry Burgess updated his status.
The two most ambitious *inventions* of Man over the past couple hundred thousand years are:
1. You fairy-tale hopes of "God"
2. The Wheel.
Both invented for the same reason: human weakness.
Weak bodies, weak minds.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: August 17, 2018 11:52 am
Religion.
Because with the delusions of bible-thumpers there is safety in crowds.
Pathetic.
Mass hysteria.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: May 31, 2018 7:56 pm
Less than 100 years ago.
For countless centuries the monkeys that call themselves humans have thought the stars in the sky above their dim-witted heads was a layer of the sky, not unlike the clouds they observe in the lower atmosphere during day and night.
And 8 billion human-monkeys on this planet Earth STILL think they are experts about the Universe. They're terrified of mortality so when any question with a difficult answer presents itself, the human-monkeys, in their mass hysteria, drone on with "God did it".
Disgusting.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milky_Way
Milky Way
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Milky Way is the galaxy that contains our Solar System. The descriptive "milky" is derived from the appearance from Earth of the galaxy a band of light seen in the night sky formed from stars that cannot be individually distinguished by the naked eye. The term Milky Way is a translation of the Latin via lactea, from the Greek ( "milky circle"). From Earth, the Milky Way appears as a band because its disk-shaped structure is viewed from within. Galileo Galilei first resolved the band of light into individual stars with his telescope in 1610. Until the early 1920s, most astronomers thought that the Milky Way contained all the stars in the Universe.
From 7/13/2021 ( ) To 4/1/2024 ( ) is 993 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/22/1968 ( from Wikipedia on the global-internetwork: Virginia Slims cigarettes, a tobacco product marketed as the choice of a modern woman, were introduced by the Benson & Hedges company with the slogan "You've come a long way, baby" ) is 993 days
by me, Kerry Burgess: 9:40 AM July 13, 2021
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Ten years I've explored this particular hypothesis
That one occurrence 10 years ago was so clear that it got my attention. I looked backwards and found what I interpreted as other occurrences
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Testing this hypothesis involves a product I never purchase
I have no idea of the outcome on the receipt. I don't track the product cost. I shuffle back home along the sidewalk with no idea what I'll find, yet certain it will all for me make sense someday.
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@Kerry_W_Burgess
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Just at the moment - just now - as I started work on my next, new content, extended post of triviality, pausing to make this note, Bob-FM Spokane: U2 "Still haven't found what I'm looking for"
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From 01/30/2010 to 07/11/2021 is 4180 days
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7/11/2021 ( premiere USA internet video-serial {EPIX channel, Amazon Prime} "War of the Worlds"::season 2-episode 5 )
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2021-07-13_3 .jpg, original work, illustrations by me, Kerry Burgess
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 9:13 AM July 13, 2021
Am I just very weary or is the actual structure of reality changing on me this morning?
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: 3:29 AM July 13, 2021
Wouldn't it be something if extraterrestrials forces are at work actively now?
You see, about 100 million years ago, during the lifespan of this ancient rock we call Earth, monkeys were created by intelligent forces from beyond this planet
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thursday, April 6, 2006 2:25 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Sleep journal 4/6/06
Kerry Burgess wrote:
Details about my recent sleep are very fuzzy today. Can't remember for sure when I woke up. 3 am maybe. Or maybe shortly after midnight, can't really remember as I usually can. Remember dreaming something about driving my Jeep. Then I returned to it where it was parked in a parking lot after I was traveling through some passageways, hallways in a transit facility maybe. The only part I remember clearly is where a woman, I assume was my imaginary girlfriend asked me out for drinks or something. I told her we needed to keep it really casual though because all I had to wear was sweatpants. Kind of the downside to dating a homeless person I reflect now as I write this. She told me she would wear something with holes in it. I hope that was her in my dream, although the woman in the dream seemed to be someone unfamilar though. But I have noticed that happening with other people I know. They are represented, somehow, by a different person, but I think of them as someone specific. I feel like that is part of the manipulation. I have noticed something similar in real dreams, but I don't think it is the same here. I think they are disquising themselves in my dream for some reason. Anyway, if it really was her, she actually doesn't have to worry about dressing down if we were to go out. Of course, if I have my way, it would be a moot point because why would I want to go out with her when I am in such an ugly situation? At the minimum, I would want to be back to work so that I have regained some independence. And hey, next time you are in my dreams, dear imaginary girlfriend, how about wearing a bikini? Red would be good, or yellow maybe. That would be sweet!
From 4/6/2006 ( ) To 4/1/2024 ( ) is 6570 days
6570 = 3285 + 3285
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/31/1974 ( Gerald Ford, 38th President of USA: Remarks at Sioux City, Iowa ) is 3285 days
From 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 4/1/2024 ( ) is 12675 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/16/2000 ( premiere USA TV "The Man Who Used to Be Me" ) is 12675 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/01/2023 6:30 PM
I have paused this video "Dream Scenario" now at the 0:43:12 point, as they sit in the bar on Halloween night
The idea is for me to resume the video tomorrow and for me to examine my original work code pattern for anything that seems interesting while using the calendar-day 04/02/2024 as part of the variable.
The Travelers will probably adjust their work - clandestinely - from the very distant future and make more interesting observations for me to make in this present day
Will they present an explanation for me in this video? Some sort of explanation in the dialog that I have not yet observed?
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/02/2024 05:26 AM
Haven't yet resumed the video "Dream Scenario"
Might resume the video later today but might be after today
Broke yesterday my last pair of cheap reading-glasses and can't find the other pair I thought I still had. Apparently I'm thinking of other pairs that broke too, because I have been purchasing only the cheapest frames. For a condition that developed for me only a few years ago. For the vast majority of my life so far, I could read easily the bottom line of the eye chart test
I can still read this computer desktop screen but it is slightly blurry and that slows me down. And this is all going very goddamn slow as it is. But I have ideas about that.
As for this video, ordinarily, my original work code pattern is applied to the premiere date and I've made a lot of interesting observations about other events
My original work code pattern consists of 4 variables. The premiere date is coded by me as the Event Date.
So instead of using the Event Date of the title "Dream Scenario" for this examination by me, I am using the calendar-date that *I* discovered the video and watch this video. I have experimented before with this approach and generated many reports
I discovered the video on 04/01/2024 and that was only because of a personal choice by me. I had never heard of it before and discovered it only because of my personal choice that caused it to become discoverable by me
Then I began to examine my original work code pattern for anything interesting and I thought my observations were interesting about the calendar-day 04/01/2024
They're still sitting in that bar on Halloween night, from my perspective. Sometime later from now, I will resume the video and the dialog will cause me to examine my original work code pattern for Event Date variable of 04/02/2024, if that's today when I resume
So the progress of this blog-post generally following the cognitive process in my mind as I watch the video. However, there is some content I want to include but that I will tack on to the end of this note, supporting details I as think of it. But most of this note progressess as I watch the video.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/02/2024 06:37 AM
Resuming the video now, got about 58 minutes remaining before the ending
Found another pair of reading-glasses
From 7/13/2021 ( ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 994 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/23/1968 ( ) is 994 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/July_1968
July 1968
From Wikipedia
The following events occurred in July 1968:
July 23, 1968
At NASA Headquarters, movements were underway on July 23 and 24 to select a new name for post-Apollo human spaceflight - one that would be more descriptive of the agency's real goals and objectives. "We are establishing a foothold for man in space."
https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/medicine/1936/dale/facts/
From 10/11/2010 ( ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 4922 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/25/1979 ( premiere USA TV "You Can't Go Home Again" ) is 4922 days
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 02/25/10 3:33 PM
but other times I think he was organic and then that leads me to thinking about how I wonder what is the real difference which then leads me to think about how that devalues life itself, or at least, those of us who have been duplicated. So the clone of me the clone shows up and he gives me instructions that he types out on a non-internet and non-wireless equipped computer and from those instructions I know where to find the teleportation device that will transport me into the virtual world that belongs to me, which I have been thinking for a while, contains no mirrors and there is nothing in there where I can see my reflection. So I go to that transportation device and I read through the instructions for activating it and a new aspect of the process, which I now think of from "The Terminator" is that I have to take off all my clothes before I am transported and then I am transported to my virtual world. The reason for the clothes is simply that, for me, there are factors constructed into the virtual world that creates a minor sense of hardship and indeed when I transport I am in the same location where the device is stored but there are no clothes there, or any people for that matter, and I have to walk outside in the freezing rain to find shelter. I am transported to the same location I remember but many of the buildings and structures that I would see at that location are gone in the virtual world. The road is still there but there are power lines or gas stations or many other structures that are useless in that virtual world. There are automobiles but only in new car lots and they don't require gasoline.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5338044/
IMDb
The Leftovers
The Book of Nora
Episode aired Jun 4, 2017
S3 E8
HBO's synopsis for this episode is: "Nothing is answered. Everything is answered. And then it ends."
by me, Kerry Burgess: 21 June 2015
She went before I did but I was already there.
I thought about that extensively. I think I wrote here before about how I tried to find again what I thought I wrote in my journal about it but could not find anything.
I had been there for months or longer. One day, I was passing through New York and I had the urge to drive through New York City. I was thinking that my mind was laboring with the notion I would be leaving there on that day going back to the real world and so I had taken out of my luggage my dress white US Navy uniform I was wearing that day months and months ago I found myself there in my new world. I had parked somewhere in the massive urban city and was walking along when I saw her there on the sidewalk, thinking she was a mannequin. I thought extensively of how only certain new vessels remained and I operated one US Navy ship to cross the Atlantic. We parted at a doorway after stating I would return to Charleston and I walked through a doorway before I even thought to say goodbye turning to find myself alone again.
The Leftovers (2014) s03e08
"The Book of Nora"
Nora Durst: And that's when I understood. Over here, we lost some of them. But over there, they lost all of us. So, I went and did what I came there to do. I went to find my kids. Planes don't really fly over there. They have enough resources, just not enough pilots. So, I found a boat that would take me. No boats go directly from Australia to New York, so it took me a long time to get there.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me - H.V.O.M at 7:55 AM Monday, October 11, 2010
I was thinking extensively about that again last night.
The existence is okay for a while but then it becomes tormenting enough to look for a way back to the real world. There is always something important missing that eventually becomes unbearable.
"The Book of Nora" - The Leftovers
Nora Durst: The physicists who sent me through told me the first person to use the machine was the guy who invented it. His name was Dr. Van Eeghen.
"The Book of Nora" - The Leftovers
Nora Durst: I'm pretty sure they were making fun of me, but they said when I went over that I should look him up, so I did. That took a long time, too. But I found him and I asked him to make another
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: July 15, 2017 11:11 pm
The Leftovers - The Book of Nora - television series episode Season 3 Episode 8 - Aired Sunday 10:00 PM Jun 04, 2017 on HBO (Comcast On Demand 15 July 2017) {first watched by me}
Answers are elusive in the series finale.
Nora Durst: I knew there was a chance it would kill me, but I made my peace with that. And I said goodbye to my brother and I climbed right in.
Kevin Garvey: And then you changed your mind.
Nora Durst: No. I didn't change my mind. I went through. I was in the parking lot, naked curled up like a baby. It was the same parking lot I'd just been in, except there were no trucks no people, no nothing. It was cold, so I started to walk. I walked by empty houses abandoned buildings. And I found a store, so I went in and there were clothes there-- clothes hanging on racks-- so I got dressed and I got back to walking. I walked long enough to convince myself that I was the only thing alive in that place. And then night came, and I saw lights, so I went to them. It was a house, and there was a man and a women there. They were kind and they told me the man told me that seven years earlier, he was in a supermarket and every single person disappeared except for him. And the women told me that she lost her husband, her three daughters, and all eight of her grandchildren. And that's when I understood. Over here, we lost some of them. But over there, they lost all of us.
Nora Durst: They were happy. And I understood that here in this place, they were the lucky ones. In a world full of orphans, they still had each other. And I was a ghost. I was a ghost who had no place there. And that, Kevin, is when I changed my mind. The physicists who sent me through told me the first person to use the machine was the guy who invented it. His name was Dr. Van Eeghen. I'm pretty sure they were making fun of me, but they said when I went over that I should look him up, so I did. That took a long time, too. But I found him and I asked him to make another machine because he already knew how. And he asked me if I had come all that way, why in God's name did I wanna go back? And I told him it's because I didn't belong there. So, he built it. And I came back through. I came back here. Did I think about you? Did I wanna call you? Did I wanna be with you, Kevin? Of course I did. But so much time had passed. It was too late. And I knew that if I told you what happened that you would never believe me.
Kevin Garvey: I believe you.
From 1/8/1935 ( Elvis Presley ) To 6/8/1993 ( commencement, Princeton University Class of 1993 ) is 21336 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 21336 days
From 5/21/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: Re: Journal May 21, 2006 - referenced in text below here ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 6526 days
6526 = 3263 + 3263
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/9/1974 ( Gerald Ford, 38th President of USA: Statement on Privacy Legislation ) is 3263 days
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpts, Chapter 38
As the superflu epidemic wound down, there was a second epidemic that lasted roughly two weeks. This epidemic was most common in technological societies such as the United States, least common in underdeveloped countries such as Peru or Senegal. In the United States the second epidemic took about 16 percent of the superflu survivors. In places like Peru and Senegal, no more than 3 percent. The second epidemic had no name because the symptoms differed wildly from case to case. A sociologist like Glen Bateman might have called this second epidemic “natural death” or “those ole emergency room blues.” In a strictly Darwinian sense, it was the final cut—the unkindest cut of all, some might have said.
George McDougall lived in Nyack, New York. He had been a teacher of high school mathematics, specializing in remedial work. He and his wife had been practicing Catholics, and Harriett McDougall had borne him eleven children, nine boys and two girls. So between June 22, when his nine-year-old son Jeff had succumbed to what was then diagnosed as “flu-related pneumonia,” and June 29, when his sixteen-year-old daughter Patricia (and oh God she had been so young and so achingly beautiful) had succumbed to what everyone—those that were left—was then calling tube-neck, he had seen the twelve people he loved best in the world pass away while he himself remained healthy and feeling fine. He had joked at school about not being able to remember all his kids’ names, but the order of their passing was engraved on his memory: Jeff on the twenty-second, Marty and Helen on the twenty-third, his wife Harriett and Bill and George, Jr., and Robert and Stan on the twenty-fourth, Richard on the twenty-fifth, Danny on the twenty-seventh, three-year-old Frank on the twenty-eighth, and finally Pat—and Pat had seemed to be getting better, right up to the end.
George thought he would go mad.
He had begun jogging ten years before, on his doctor’s advice. He didn’t play tennis or handball, paid a kid (one of his, of course) to mow the lawn, and usually drove to the corner store when Harriett needed a loaf of bread. You’re putting on weight, Dr. Warner had said. Lead in the seat. No good for your heart. Try jogging.
So he had gotten a sweatsuit and had gone jogging every night, for short distances at the start, then longer and longer ones. At first he’d felt self-conscious, sure that the neighbors must be tapping their foreheads and rolling their eyes, and then a couple of the men that he had only known to wave to when they were out watering their lawns came and asked if they could join him—probably there was safety in numbers. By that time, George’s two oldest boys had also joined in. It became a sort of neighborhood thing, and although the membership was always evolving as people dropped in and dropped out, it stayed a neighborhood thing.
Now that everyone was gone, he still jogged. Every day. For hours. It was only when he was jogging, concentrating on nothing more than the thud of his tennis shoes on the sidewalk and the swing of his arms and his steady harsh respiration, that he lost that feeling of impending madness. He could not commit suicide because as a practicing Catholic he knew that suicide was a mortal sin and God must be saving him for something, so he jogged. Yesterday he had jogged for almost six hours, until he was completely out of breath and almost retching with exhaustion. He was fifty-one, not a young man anymore, and he supposed that so much running was not good for him, but in another, more important way, it was the only thing that was any good.
So he had gotten up this morning at first light after a mostly sleepless night (the thought that played over and over in his mind was: Jeff-Marty-Helen-Harriett-Bill-George-Junior-Robert-Stanley-Richard-Danny-Frank-Patty-and-I-thought-she-was-getting-better) and put on his sweatsuit. He went out and began to jog up and down the deserted streets of Nyack, his feet sometimes gritting on broken glass, once leaping over a TV set that lay shattered on the pavement, taking him past residential streets where the shades were drawn and also past the horrible three-car crash at the Main Street intersection.
He jogged at first, but it became necessary to run faster and faster to keep the thoughts behind him. He jogged and then he trotted and then he ran and finally he sprinted, a fifty-one-year-old man with gray hair in a gray sweatsuit and white tennis shoes, fleeing up and down empty streets as if all the devils of hell were after him. At quarter past eleven he suffered a massive coronary thrombosis and fell down dead on the corner of Oak and Pine, near a fire plug. The expression on his face was very like gratitude.
From 7/6/1939 ( the McDonnell Aircraft company founded ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 30952 days
30952 = 15476 + 15476
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 3/17/2008 ( ) is 15476 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 03/17/08 8:50 PM
I just woke up a few minutes ago from I guess about 5 or 6 hours of sleep. I still feel exhausted. I am now wondering of the series of scenes and images in one dream was actually a representation of my flight into space as the commander of the first space shuttle launch.
03/17/08 8:54 PM
The dream, though, seemed to be set on the USS Oliver Hazard Perry FFG-7. I am not certain how I linked that setting to FFG-7 but I am certain I was on a FFG-7 class ship and the notion lingers in my mind that it was the FFG-7.
USS Oliver Hazard Perry
From Wikipedia
USS Oliver Hazard Perry (FFG-7) was the lead ship of the Oliver Hazard Perry class of guided-missile frigates.
continues:
03/17/08 8:54 PM
In a somewhat confusing part, I walked out of a room with two people in it, where a junior person was getting a medal, for someone reason, as I was looking on, onto the weatherdeck. The person who had got the medal, which was a medal I can visualize but that I do not recognize, followed out onto the deck, I think. I can still visualize the calm blue water and also looking out onto the shore and the sky line of some city we were near but that I cannot recognize either after waking up. I do remember that I commented to the other person that I enjoyed being back out to sea, and I feel compelled to note that I might have said to him that I enjoyed especially being out to sea when we we just floating around, as we were then. Then, for some strange reason, I was over the edge of the deck and I was hanging onto the low railing, trying to keep myself from falling over into the water. But the gravity was strange and that might be why that part seems weird, in retrospect of the dream. I almost want to say that my feet were drifting upwards instead of downwards towards the ocean. I cannot remember what happened next. On one hand, it seems understand that I was hanging onto that railing but I am also somewhat baffled, as I ponder the dream after waking up, why I was even hanging from that railing in the first place.
I also remember something, vaguely, about Iceland, maybe. Something related to flying aircraft. Perhaps I was stationed at some point as a pilot in Iceland. I remember hearing some comments about someone's skills as an aircraft pilot. I remember something about looking at an aircraft runway and seeing the remains of the de-icer material they use. This all seemed to happen as I was sitting on the boat and I could actually see those other locations, such as the runway and the office, while I was in another far away location. That might be the result of remembering a past experience while having a dream. Something like that. A memory within a memory. I also remember sitting there in that boat that I was holding some kind of award plaque but I cannot remember what was writting on that award plaque. I think the award plaque had been given to Jim Lovell but I am not certain what that means. I can still visualize certain words on it but I cannot remember enough to describe those words. I remember that some letters were missing in the words.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/02/2024 12:55 PM
And it's over
Dream Scenario (2023)
Other stuff I think to check
Because I watched today this video
excerpts
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leviathan
Leviathan
From Wikipedia
The Leviathan is a sea serpent noted in theology [theology is the circular-reasoning of superstition and mythology] and mythology. It is referenced in several books of the Hebrew Bible [ Superstition ], including Psalms, the Book of Job, the Book of Isaiah, and the pseudepigraphical Book of Enoch. The Leviathan is often an embodiment of chaos, threatening to eat the damned when their lives are over. In the end, it is annihilated. Christian [ Superstition ] theologians [ experts only in circular-reasoning ] identified Leviathan with the demon of the deadly sin [ superstition ] envy. According to Ophite diagrams, the Leviathan encapsulates the space of the material world.
Etymology
Gesenius (among others) argued the name was derived from the root "to twine; to join", with an adjectival suffix , for a literal meaning of "wreathed, twisted in folds".
Christianity [ Superstition ]
Thomas Aquinas described Leviathan as the demon of envy, first in punishing the corresponding sinners [ superstition ]. Peter Binsfeld likewise classified Leviathan as the demon of envy, as one of the seven Princes of Hell corresponding to the seven deadly sins [ superstition ]. Leviathan became associated with, and may originally have been referred to by, the visual motif of the Hellmouth, a monstrous animal into whose mouth the damned disappear at the Last Judgment [ Superstition ], found in Anglo-Saxon art from about 800, and later all over Europe.
From 3/23/1967 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Errand of Mercy" ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 20830 days
20830 = 10415 + 10415
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/9/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Dreams" ) is 10415 days
"Errand of Mercy" [ Star Trek ]
Original Airdate: Mar 23, 1967
(from internet transcript)
KIRK: What do you mean, beings like yourselves?
AYELBORNE: Millions of years ago, Captain, we were humanoid like yourselves, but we have developed beyond the need of physical bodies. That of us which you see is mere appearance for your sake.
KOR: Captain, it's a trick. We can handle them. I have an army.
(Kirk holds him back as Ayelborne and Claymare transform into pulsating lights, too bright to look at. Then they disappear.)
SPOCK: Fascinating. Pure energy. Pure thought. Totally incorporeal. Not life as we know it at all.
KIRK: But what about this planet? The fields, the buildings, this citadel?
SPOCK: Conventionalisations, I should say. Useless to the Organians. Created so that visitors such as ourselves, could have conventional points of reference.
KOR: But is all of this possible?
SPOCK: We have seen it with our own eyes. I should say the Organians are as far above us on the evolutionary scale as we are above the amoeba.
From 3/25/2007 ( ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 6218 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/11/1982 ( Ronald Reagan, 40th President of USA: Remarks by Telephone to Columbia Astronauts During the First Commercial Operations Mission of the Space Shuttle ) is 6218 days
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
3X20 - CROSSROADS (2)
Original Airdate (SciFi): 25-MAR-2007
(from internet transcript)
Chief: "There must be some way out of here..."
Corridor; Tigh's head against the wall: "...Said the joker to the thief..."
Anders, with a headache in the pilots' racks: "...There's too much confusion...."
Tory, sick in a toilet: "...I can't get no relief."
(All four of them walk toward an equipment room as the song gets louder and louder. Chief enters to find Anders already there, then Tory enters after him.)
Tory: This isn't happening. Please tell me this isn't happening.
Chief: So that's it. After all this time. A switch goes off, just like that.
Tigh, entering: Whoa. No way.
Anders: I don't believe this. I'm not buying this. This is a...This is a trick. Come on! We're not...
Tory, humming: What is that... song that I...
(They all start humming the song.)
Tigh, interrupting: -- All right, that's enough, Godsdammit! Deadbolt that frakkin' door! [He locks it himself] Forty years in the service. Forty years. Two wars. Combat. Locked in that dungeon on New Caprica. Ellen. My Gods. What about Ellen?
Anders: No, no, no. Not after all this. Not after the Resistance, and the Occupation... After watching my friends die one after another? For frakking this?
Tory: Sam...
Anders: -- You stay the hell away from me. You all just stay the frak away from me.
Chief: Sam, it's true. We're Cylons. And we have been from the start.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess {me}
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess {me}
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: 9/26/2006 3:06 PM
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I had a thought that I have a doctorate in computer science from Princeton.
and I had thoughts that I studied music as well at Princeton.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 9/28/2006 7:13 PM
This sounds very interesting. In my memory of taking Physics my Senior year at Ashdown, I remember being very interested in the class, but we didn’t cover such an interesting topic.
http://www.princeton.edu/main/about/present/
Ayan Chatterjee (left) and Mark Daly measure piano strings as part of a lab project for professor Pierre Piroué's freshman seminar on "Sound, Music and ... Physics."
9/28/2006 7:37 PM
I think I even have memories of the graduate degree process. I am not sure of the terms to describe the process.
9/28/2006 7:47 PM
I actually do remember... something... I can’t explain it. It feels that I am holding an unmarked, undistinguishable book that I don’t know the name of or the contents but I know I have read it already.
9/28/2006 8:34 PM
A few minutes ago I started thinking that maybe I started at Princeton University in 1972. I would have been 13 at the time as Thomas Ray. I remember that Kerry Burgess started first grade in 1972. But then I decided that I probably started Princeton earlier than 1972 and maybe 1972 was the year I completed my first major degree. Or 1972 doesn’t really mean anything in particular to Thomas Ray; rather it is there for continuity sake for the life of Kerry Burgess.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 3:06 AM Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Salesman
Also, "Salesman." I saw that in a dream while sleeping recently. I saw myself going through an induction process in the United States Marine Corps and I woke up understanding that I was dreaming of my actual experience in 1990. I saw a document that indicated I was being inducted to the United States Marine Corps with the officer grade of Chief Warrant Officer 2. I saw in the dream another document associated with my induction and that document indicated I had been assigned the informal name "Salesman."
From 1/14/1953 ( from Wikipedia: The Robertson Panel first met formally ) To 6/15/2011 ( "Leviathan Wakes" by James Corey, book 1 "The Expanse" ) is 21336 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 4/2/2024 ( ) is 21336 days
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:46 AM Pacific-time USA Wednesday 04/03/2024
