Month: November 2013

Shh!

If you take a look on my website, you will find my personal dream definitions, ‘When reading my posts.’ Look at Lucid dreaming and out-of-body experience. I won’t give the full definitions here but there is a wide line between the two, most of the time.

The following dream is one where the line is very thin. I had got so caught up that I never thought of checking to see if I could control my environment or anything else for that matter.

It took the recall of an object to make me become lucid. In most all my obe’s, lucidity is there the moment I step in. Meaning this was just a very good lucid dream.

Sunday, August 22, 2013

I was standing inside a laboratory along with two other people, a man and a woman. We were all dressed in hiking clothes and standing next to a large metal door. In the dream, I knew that the laboratory was an experiment to see if we could open doors to other worlds. I’m not sure what my position was in the dream; however, the man and woman were scientists who had developed the technology.

The door was set away from the walls and only stood upright due to the framework that held it to the floor. Large cables and wires ran down the outside to computers along the walls and plain boxes that sat next to them. I had seen something like this before and was racking my brain, when it came to me. ‘Tilt‘, Tilt had been an out-of-body experience where a scientist had tricked me into going through a similar door that placed me in another world.

Because of this revelation, I knew that I was either in an out-of-body experience here or a dream. Not knowing which, I decided just to go along and follow the lead of the two scientists. One man placed his hand on a handle mounted on the door and pulled. The door swung easily open and through it was a thick lush jungle. Some fern-looking leaves hung through the door inside the laboratory.

The man pushed aside the ferns and the woman followed outside into the jungle; . After they had struggled through the growth and were several feet from the door, I went out too. I had made it a dozen feet or more when I turned and looked back at the door. I expected to see an opening from one world into the other. The foliage was so incredibly thick, it only looked like any other doorway that might be surrounded by trees and bushes.

The struggle to make some distance became too much, and our traverse had only gained us a few yards. Separated by just a few feet from each other, the man called out to me and the woman.

We need some tools to make a path through here,” he said.

Turning, we went back to the laboratory. Once inside the woman and man began discussing the best way to make a path. The woman suggested we could send a small drone up through the canopy to see how large the alien forest was. If it covered an entire continent, then a path would just be foolish. Looking at the still open door leading outside, I asked, “If we can go outside, can’t whatever is out there come in here?”

The man and woman looked at me then to the door and back at me. I closed the door; however, there was no way to lock it. For some reason, I turned around, and the room went dark.

I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room. “Oh great.” I said to myself. It was a dream, and I awoke too soon. The turning had been my body flopping over on its right side and had awakened me. I closed my eyes and drifted back off.

I was back inside the lab.

Through a door on the far side, the man and woman scientist came in with a couple of machetes and a hatchet. I seemed to be at about the same point in time I awoke from.

You’re not going to send up a drone?” I asked.

We are,” said the woman, “but first we’re going to have to find or make an area large enough for it to take off from.”

I thought about this and understood. The jungle was so thick, anything taking flight would have to go straight up first. The man held out the machete in one hand and the hatchet in the other.

You want to hack or slash?” he asked.

I reached out and took the hatchet. I was closest to the door, so I took a couple of steps over and pulled open the door. Looking out, I froze at the sight in front of me.

How long was I gone?” I asked them.

Outside starting from the foot of the door was not just a path but a road. Not a good road but it was about ten feet wide and just a few feet away, widened to at least twenty or more. The surface was a moist hard clay-looking material that had been stirred up by many boots and wheels. There was a thin fog flowing through the area, and everything was dripping in dampness.

We are somewhere else,” I stated. The woman pushed past me and stepped outside. She took a look around and shook her head.

No we’re not,” she said. She panned her arm to the left pointing at the forest. “I recall some of those trees. We are in the same place but some years ahead.”

She began to walk away from us. The man stepped out next, and I followed. We walked slowly due to the slippery surface.

To the left of us was a small mound running parallel with the road. Something was buried, pipe wiring, or something else. The road held a small incline for several dozen yards until we reached the top. It then took more of angle downward and perhaps five or more hundred feet away, was a crew laying pipe.

We took the long stroll down to the crew who stopped working as we approached. One of the crew, a man came up to us survey the superintendent.

Can I help you?” He asked politely.

Who are you people?” Asked the male scientist, “and how did you get here?”

We are the first staging crew.” The superintendent replied, “We laying out the pipe to the lake down there.” He pointed farther down to the road that lead to a large lake some miles away.

Once we get things up and running for water access, they can start the colonization process.”

How long ago was this planet found?” Asked my female colleague.

I’m not sure?” The super answered were her, “A little more than five years ago. Some scientist discovered it and had an exploration team check it out. After that it was deemed safe and people wanted to move here.”

What about any wild creatures in the surrounding forest?” She asked.

There aren’t any.” The super informed her. “None at all. No birds, bugs, creepy crawlers, nothing. Other than plant life the place is bare, at least until people start moving in.”

Thank you.” Said the man with us. He turned along with the woman and both headed back to the lab.

I fast stepped to catch up with them.

What’s going on?” I asked, “Did we somehow get transported to the future?”

Yes, but only here.” the male scientist replied. “Once we get back to the lab, we will be back in our own time.”

If we came out in the future, won’t the lab be replaced by whatever bought that crew here?” I wondered.

No.” Came the answer from the woman. “Everyone returns to their place of origin.”

I trotted alongside trying to understand it all when I awoke.

My eyes came open in my room and I laid there awhile festering. I hated it when my dreams were cut short and I could not get to the end or gather more information. I was finding it hard to get back to sleep so I used the time to quietly make a bathroom call. I came back to bed and soon fell back to sleep.

I stood inside what looked to be an office. There was a man in a suite sitting at a desk shuffling some papers around. He glanced up, noticing me he jumped to his feet.

Are you hear looking for a place or just want a tour?” He said smiling. Before I could answer he came around the desk over to me.

Here,” he continued while walking past me. I turned in the direction he had gone and caught sight of an over-sized metal door, the door that lead to the other world from the two previous dreams. The door stood wide open. Outside all signs of construction had been replaced by a wide pea-gravel path. Thick short bushes only a food tall outlined each side of the path. The forest still stood, other than the path, undisturbed.

The “Salesman” I was guessing stepped outside and turned back to face me.

Is this your first time here?” He asked me.

No,” I replied to him, “the last time was when the pipe crew was here.”

Wow.” He exclaimed, “That was years ago. Well a lot has changed.” He motioned me with his right arm to follow him, he then turned and began down the path. I stepped outside and quickly caught up to him. Just a few yards from the door the path split in to two. In read of going straight as where the pipe had been laid, we took a path that ran off to the right.

I do not recall if the salesman talked while we strolled down the path, my full attention was on the surrounding forest. So many trees and bushes that I could not see two alike. Everything was a deep green. The trees grew high but due to being crowded, the limbs stayed short, was my guess. What got to me the most was the silence.

I recalled the pipe superintendent telling us that this world was barren of any life other than plant. I had thought about so many other places I had been and how quiet they also were. Earth had to be one of if not, the nosiest planet.

The path began to slope downward. We had walked for some minutes when the path opened up to a green short grassy field. The field itself was only some fifty feet wide and ended in a cliff. The cliff was about one hundred and fifty feet high. This was easy to guess because it is about the same height as the seat in my crane.

The cliff overlooked a vast ocean with many small islands that sat only a few feet above waterline. The ocean itself was smooth as glass. On each island stood a plantation. Each held a home gardens and some buildings that my have been for storage or guest houses. I saw no boats or docks but one single road ran from somewhere below out over the water.

The road or bridge it should be called, almost touched the water and connected each island to the other.

Everything is so close to the waterline.” I mentioned, “One storm or heavy wind could drown it all. And what about the tides, or is this hide tide?” I asked.

None of the above.” The Salesman replied, “There is really only one weather pattern here. The planet obits its sun at an equal distance and the north and south poles, are parallel with the suns poles. There’s very little wind to speak of, no rain and only one season and it’s called warm.”

The last time I was here, there was thick fog and how do the forest thrive if there is no rain?” I asked.

Just before the sun rises, the morning heat pushes up a thick fog hundreds of miles wide and a couple of thousand miles in length north and south of the equator. It’s a permanent fog bank circling the planet. It’s very cool looking if you have seen the videos. The forest collects the moister dripping the excess on the ground. This turns into tiny streams that run together forming rivers some very massive. However, all of them streams and rivers only exist for about four hours in the morning.” he explained to me.

What’s the name of the planet?” I asked.

Shh.” He sounded.

I became quite and listened. After a few seconds I asked,

What are we listening for?”

Nothing.” he replied.

Okay. So what is the name?” I asked again.

Shh.” he sounded once again then broke out into a smile. “Sorry but, that gets everyone.”

What does?”

The name of the planet is, S-h-h. Shh.” he smiled.

Of all the names I could have thought of or up, how did that one make it?”

From all the expeditions and construction here. The place is so quite that people would talk to loud or think they heard something, so “Shh” was always a repetitive response, it just caught on.”

I could have thought of a lot of names but standing there I did think it was a unique name. I looked back over the ocean and the dotted islands.

This is a great place to live.” The salesman said. “Would you like to see some other land areas here? Most are very remarkable.”

Yes, I would.” I informed him.

I began following him back up the path that had brought here. Somewhere along the way, I woke up having to get ready for work, here in this reality.

Defense

To see a tank truck in your dream represents the need to defend yourself and stand up for your beliefs….not letting anything or anybody stand in your way toward your goals.
To see a weapon in your dream indicates a need to defend and protect yourself emotionally and/or physically.

The number thirty-two implies that you are emotionally numb.

3+2= 5
The number five represents the five human senses and thus may be telling you to be more “sensitive” and be more in tune to your senses. Alternatively, the number five may reflect a change in your path or that you need to alter your course. It is also the link between heaven and earth.

To see traffic in your dream indicates the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Sometimes you feel like you are just going with the flow. Things have become too routine.-dreammoods.com

Some crane terminology; “Take it to the house”- to travel a crane to its regular shut down spot and standby.

“Dog it down”- to park, secure and shut down the crane at the end of a shift.

Monday, November 11, 2013; unconscious dreaming
I was up in my crane on standby waiting for a truck coming down the pier that had to be loaded. The truck pulled a forty feet long chrome tank like a fuel carrier. A call came over the radio for me to make a lift off the ship and place it down by the truck. I dropped the crane hooks over the port side of the mast, my blind spot. Once rigged, I was given the order to pick up the load and set it next to the truck below. The load was a box about five feet square. Once I had set it next to the tanker, the top opened automatically, and I was directed to drop my hook inside.

The hooks had no sooner entered the box when I was signaled to pick them back up. As I lifted the hooks, the tanker part of the truck opened. Two doors, the length of the tanker swung up and over hanging to the side. Inside the tank is a cylinder in three sections; the length of the tanker held racks. When I pulled up my hooks from the box, there was a short, plump heavy looking gun at the end.

The gun resembled a large air impact gun, like the ones you would see in a mechanic’s shop removing and replacing the lugs on a tire, except this was one and a half times larger. I was directed by two men in the tanker next to the cylinder to swing the gun over and drop it down into one of the racks. Once this gun had been situated properly, I went back and pulled another out of the box. When a pair was in place, the cylinder would turn to the next pair of empty racks. I did this thirty two times until all racks were taken up.

When the racks were full, the top of the tanker closed. After the doors shut, the tanker’s length began to shrink. The forty foot oval shape changed over to a square with rounded corners, perhaps less than twenty feet long. A third change in the tanker, was the color which had faded into a translucent black. I could just see the guns in their racks and the rack slowly turning counter-clock wise.

As the cylinder slowly turned, the guns started to glow into a gold brightness. Watching all this take place, I saw the guns began popping in and out of existence in no specific order. I thought I had imagined things but when they vanished, I could see the empty racks. Each gun would disappear for only a second or two then reappear. The truck quickly backed off the pier and out of the yard. Just afterward, a call came over my radio.

“Take it to the house and dog-it down.”

After the crane was tied down and secured, I was directed to go over to an office building some miles away for a safety meeting. The next event I recall in the dream was being in a large room with about two dozen other people. These were co-workers who had also been on the pier during loading of the weapons. The room was part of an office building. It had no windows, chairs, or furnishings other than a small five-foot round stage that stood just under two feet tall.

A military general came across the room from a side door and walked onto the stage. He stopped in the middle and faced us all. He informed us, that anything we had seen from the pier out of the ordinary should be forgotten about. He then added that speaking of anything that was on the pier today could greatly affect the health of our families. After that he stepped from the stage and left by the same door he had entered. We all filed through the door just chatting as we would after any meeting. Outside, the parking area was about a block away and placed in an open field connected by a dirt road. Traffic leaving was going to stir up a thick cloud of dust. I rushed down the dirt road, wanting to get to my car as soon as possible.

Behind me, I heard two female voices. I turned and saw two girls in their twenties coming up on foot and passing me by. When I looked a head, I could no longer see them. Within seconds, a car came speeding over the road from the parking area, and as it passed, I saw the two women sitting inside. I stopped and watched them in wonder about how they could have gotten to their car so quickly. Just then another car sped by, it was a co-worker who had still been at the building when I had left. I continued to my car noticing a long line of cars from everyone who had been at the meeting. The dust became thick and clung to the sweat on me. What should have been a short walk seemed to stretch out endlessly next to the line of dozens or more cars. I never made it to the end before I woke.

Windows

It does not take a lot to inspire a dream. I happened to run across an old book by James Blish: “Cities in flight.” The book stuck in my mind bringing on this night’s dream. I came up with the title due to the meaning of the dream to me. Unfortunately, not knowing I was having a dream, made it difficult to stay with it.

Wednesday, November 5, 2013

I was standing in front of a thick glass window. The base of the window was about forty feet wide and tapered off to a rounded point at the top some thirty feet up. The shape reminded me of a Hershey’s kiss. On each side of the window were identical ones disappearing around a curve some distance away. Between each set of windows was an inverted window of the same design. The glass of the windows was clear and held no reflection. The only reason I knew it was there was the frame surrounding it and what I saw outside.

A city floated in space before me. It was miles away but so enormous I could make out the fine details. It orbited a gas giant which was also an indication that I was in some city or ship in space. The city was encased in a ball structure. The city looked like a major metropolis.

The base was flat and ran around the middle of the structure. The upper half had a transparent dome while the lower half held the same window configuration as the windows before me. Neither the place I was in nor the city outside spun, meaning they both must create their own gravity I decided.

I wanted to explore my environment. Still facing the windows, I glanced to the right and left. The deck or promenade I stood on was dark and smooth. The ceiling hung just above the windows, and a wall ran through the area some hundred feet parallel to the windows. Every two hundred feet or so, an archway was fixed into the wall. The area had no lights; its only illumination came from the reflection of the gas giant. I turned, heading toward one of the arches; however, when I did, I found myself turning and awaking in my bed.

The Pancake People

The Pancake People

From the age of 8 or 9, I began keeping track of my life and my dreams through journals. At age fifteen, I came home from school to find that my birth mother had thrown them all out.

Boys don’t keep diaries,” she said. Truth is she did not want anyone else reading the things she had done. The very next day, I started all over again.

From there, four years of journals suddenly disappeared at the same time I broke up with a live-in girlfriend. Later, seven years of journals went the way of my first marriage. After that, I just stopped writing.

(“Do you see a pattern here?” My wife asks, as she edits my work. I simply shake my head in frustration.

Do not get me wrong, I’ve lost a few as well.” I reply.)

In the early to mid nineties, the journal bug caught me again.

In the late nineties, I discovered computers. At home, all my writing went into the digital format. Outside I always kept a spiral notebook for writing. I would usually transfer this over to the PC. As a novice on computers, I knew about keeping the maintenance up on them; however, I misinterpreted the true meaning of formatting and went to clean up my hard-drive; it worked! Now I became my journals’ own worst nightmare.

Thankfully, a close friend of my father’s whose personal business had been computer programming and repair, took me under his wing. From then on I have praised technology and learned a lot more. While the cloud was nothing more to look up at, I found the haven of on-line storage. This has been a blessing.

It further renewed my energy for journal keeping. This also was a part of my decision to start my on-line journal. Even if the web went down, my worlds are safe for a period in the minds of my readers.

A lot of dreams have slipped through my fingers each time a journal is lost. I am sure they are in the thousands. The biggest part I missed of my journals, are the written pages about my children growing up. Thankfully, I have my memories, and some stick in there harder than others.

Like the time my daughter, then 4 years old, learned to cut her own hair and earned the name, “Spike” for several weeks and at 5, when she had the habit of running into things and a friend gave her the name, “Bumpy-head.” It was funny, especially on her first day of school. I was informed that when the children were giving out their names, my daughter added Bumpy-head in hers.

Among other memories that have not faded, is that of my oldest son Jonathan then 7, bursting through the front door. In the dead heat of summer, he had run home from nearly a mile away.

What’s wrong?” I asked in a panic.

A girl threatened to hit me with a bat if I did not kiss her!” he said panting through his little sweaty face.

Oh! So did you kiss her?” I asked laughing.

Nooo! I ran home.”

Of course after his first kiss, it was hard keeping him home.

I would have to say the best one were both sons, Daniel around 9 and Jonathan about 10. For several hours they pulled off having me and my wife believe the two of them were telepathic. Trust me, it was very well played.

Like any day during the life of William Carroll, my out-of-body and astral travels are just another experience etched in my memories. Sometime ago, my youngest son asked me to place in my blog one of his favorites, (I had always shared my travels with my children); he calls it ‘the pancake people’.

I have wanted to publish it many times but the problem lies in the ending of the event. For about fifteen years I have tried to comprehend what took place. The inner action between me and the being was so alien, that even the concept of describing it has been impossible.

Mid-90’s astral travel:

In my astral form, I came aware inside what I believe to be a tan colored fog. Soon something below begins to come into focus. I was slowly dropping to the surface of a world. The fog is thin enough to see through and there is very little color here, only different shades of browns and tans. Dropping closer, I briefly thought the fog was smoke because I saw countless dots of the vapor rising from the ground.

Getting closer, the trails of vapor formed lines. The fog is actually dust and rising from hundreds of well-kept lines. The lines remind me of blood vessels going off in all directions. These lines are made up of thousands of dots. Things would have been easier to tell apart if there were a variety in color. Approaching, I could see that the dots were moving up and down hills. They ran in and out of thick patches of dust in between the hills. As I approached, their forms became better distinguished. These were living beings; creatures made up of a leathery skin, much like the pachyderm. Their form is nothing more than disks stacked one on top of another.

I glided overhead watching them as they went through their routine. I could not see any other plant or other animal life. Here in this spot, there was only the ground and the creatures. I tried to determine if they were intelligent. Their movements are all much the same, like columns of ants but unlike ants, none seemed to be independent or drift out of their lines. I drifted in closer until only a few dozen were in my view. From here I could make out more detail. They all seemed to have had the same width and build, being made up of six disk segments. The bottom disk vibrated, moving them over the ground but also kicking up huge amounts of dust.

The outer edges of the middle four disks, were embedded in bone or a version of teeth. The bone or teeth, had a greater resemblance to the pachyderm toenails with dirty worn groves. I moved ahead of one of the lines, holding yards above them to see where they were going or coming from. The line was on a downward spiral around a hill. The path they traveled on had nearly the same width as the base of the creatures. Should one ever veer slightly out, it would meet its demise below.

As I move along the line, I studied the top disk of a couple of the beings. In the top disk are set six dimples, one in the middle and five surrounding it. The outer five are equally placed and centered between the middle dimple and edge of the disk. The beings’ outside dimples open sporadically, two at a time, one blowing out while the other sucks inward. I am guessing this is their version of breathing. I never witness the middle dimple open.

Continuing on, I see the passage, the beings and I are following, intersect with another running between two hills. From the opposite way come more of these creatures, but they are fatter. Instead of six disks, they have four but the middle two are bulging out and upward as if about to burst. Just before I float through the twin peaks, I notice two of the creatures come to an impasse. Instead of one stopping and allowing the other to pass, the six disk creature makes a hard left. This turn deliberately sends it off the path and over the edge of the cliff. I can barely see through the thick dust, but I can make out the result. The only way to describe the scene, is that it’s like dropping a watermelon off a high building down onto the pavement.

I am taken back by what has happened. Neither line so much as stalls, and I cannot understand the reasoning behind the act. I continued following the line. At the bottom, I saw what was causing the larger amount of dust. The six disk creatures are filing along the base of another hill. At this point, they press themselves against the wall as they move. Their nails press into the material and began their own vibration. The vibration was like a jack hammer chipping away at the stone. As this happens, the chips are caught between the two pairs of middle disks.

Their forms very slowly rotate clockwise as they chip at the wall. The chips and dirt are packed between the two pairs of middle disks by the beings’ vibrations. The upper and lower disk nails used as jack hammers now clamp together like a zipper. They then move over to the line of others hauling the material away. So in fact they all are made up of six disks which they can use for carrying. I drifted out to the flat area away from the edge, coming across the creature that threw itself over the side. Its remains were scattered and mixed among others that seemed to have done the same. They did not look to have any bone or organs that I can tell. They appear to consist of dark pinkish flesh and veins.

The veins were of different sizes and oozed a slow thick yellowish sustenance, apparently used as blood. Looking deeper, I saw the flesh was like coiled rope or cable; my guess is this must have been muscle. Gliding across the remains of others, it appeared that only the outer disks had burst open. The center always seemed to have stayed intact. I sailed over the carnage coming up on another line grinding away at a hillside. I watched, noting that the lines are always moving at the same slow rate. As the creatures take their turn at the wall, others passed until they found an open spot. Once the being becomes full, it moves out and another immediately takes the vacant spot.

I was close enough to one, so that when it pulled away from the wall, I was in the way. I shifted quickly around to the vacant spot the other had left. In turn another came in taking its place. In my astral state, nothing should happen other than my passing through it and out the other side. I skimmed upward, going through it from about the middle. As soon as I made contact, my entire consciousness stretched out in all directions. I felt myself take on a physical form that moved in lines of every direction. I tried to move my arms and legs but instead, I had hundreds, perhaps thousands of limbs. My mind became overwhelmed in chaos.

Moving what I thought was just one limb, sends dozens off in every direction. I feel my limbs start to break apart perhaps dissolving. Pieces fall away and yet as they do, my mind became clearer. Without so many limbs, and their makeup to control, I could get a better grip on my current surroundings. I settled into a single form and tried to move. My limbs now seemed to be combined in layers rather than hanging from my torso. I played with the thought of turning around away from the wall. When I did I felt myself move in sections from the top down to the bottom.

I felt a forceful tightening in my center twisting in on itself. Once the top part of me stopped, the core muscle snapped the bottom part around. I was dizzy and confused feeling like a drunk man. I went to walk a few steps, instead I leaned sending vibrations throughout my base. My bottom half slid forward catching up to the top of me. I was not able to counteract or stop the move, throwing me off balance; I toppled over. As I fell, the impact was soft, and I began to roll, on my side, on my back, it all seemed the same. I tried to place a limb down to stop the rolling, but one side of me went flat, bringing me to rest. I scanned around to see the creatures. Their formations were broken apart, most seemed to wander around aimlessly.

A circle of them gathered around me as I squirmed on my side. I wanted to sit back up, but I had no legs to pull under me or arms to lean on. To stand, I would need to collapse my top folds while squeezing fluids into the bottom base while bending from the waist. However, I had no waist; it was a center core. I went to move one way, but my body was telling me to move another. I then realized, it was not my body talking to me but another mind. I stopped trying to move and took in everything around me.

The lines of beings in my field of view had not only stopped their work but had broken apart. Some stood in place wobbling back and forth; others moved cautiously across the ground. Those around me, watched curiously. Curiosity sprang up in me also as an invading force, like the first time I ever experienced the emotion. I had the sensation of wonder, questioning and need. My mind opened like a flood gate as my memories and knowledge were being accessed.

As the being accessed my thoughts, I tried to get a glimpse of his. I became overwhelmed in some single emotion. From this point, I am lost for a description and have been for nearly fifteen years. The emotion was so alien it awakened me back in my own world. I lay on my bed, unable to move. The alien’s access of my mind had been broken, but the emotion filled every part of my body and mind. My body was physically paralyzed, trying to comprehend what I was feeling. I can go through every human emotion I’ve had and tell you none of them were it. It wasn’t pain; it wasn’t sadness, happiness, fear, on and on and on…

In the minutes that passed, I could reach up and turn on my lamp. The emotion began to subside, but I did my best to hold on to it. I needed to keep it in me as long as possible. I had to understand but my human mind did not have the ability, and it slipped away.

Post script;

In the fifteen years I have had to think upon these creatures and the emotion I experienced, I may have an idea, “Swarm Intelligence”. To understand where I am going with this, I am copying and pasting the following from, wikipedia.org. This explains SI, better than I could.

“SI systems consist typically of a population of simple agents or boids interacting locally with one another and with their environment. The inspiration often comes from nature, especially biological systems. The agents follow very simple rules, and although there is no centralized control structure dictating how individual agents should behave, local, and to a certain degree random, interactions between such agents lead to the emergence of “intelligent” global behavior, unknown to the individual agents. Natural examples of SI include ant colonies, bird flocking, animal herding, bacterial growth, and fish schooling. The definition of swarm intelligence is still not quite clear. In principle, it should be a multi-agent system that has self-organized behavior that shows some intelligent behavior.”

This is my opinion on the alien emotion I felt. Perhaps “Swarm intelligence,” is not just a term or an action, just maybe it is an emotion. Examples; most of our emotions lead to actions. When humans feel love, we pursuit what we are in love with. Feeling fear, we flee, happiness leads to laughter and anger of course leads to many other actions.

My guess is, insects have limited emotions, the SI being the most complex. Should one individual of a hive or colony come across something that breaks its routine, this emotion not only sets things into action but is signaled to the entire colony or hive.

Once I had entered and locked minds with the single pancake being, individualism was established in it, for the first time. Since it was already linked to the others through the SI emotion, they all got a taste of individualism.

When I had reached out to its mind, the only thing there was the single emotion. An emotion humans can not comprehend and whether it came from a pancake person or an earthly insect, it is still alien to humans.