creature

Dropping off chaos

Monday, December 29, 2014; Storyline

I seemed to be in my astral body floating freely in space. The scene before me was a bright orange and red nebula, a heavens-filling collage of fiery colors in reds, yellows and oranges. The intense brightness was surrounded by a vast amount of faded blues, purples and blackness. Stars of all sizes filled the sky both in and around the nebula. Even in its stillness, no pictures could ever do it justice.

Although I seemed to be bodiless I felt my heart beating rapidly against my chest. Anxiety tried to overwhelm me and I had to breathe to counter is affects. As I stared into the brightness I began to pick out small specks in the lower part. These looked like well formed black X’s and plus signs. The more I stared, the more I could see others appearing in the background.

While new specks were showing up, the older ones grew in size and length. As they grew, they ascended; I then realized they were moving my way. Thousands filled the sky and took on a new more understandable appearance—they were star-ships, all similar in their main body, crossed-sectioned. They soon passed by me, all of a dull zinc color and the size of large ocean-going vessels. Others followed, up two to three times as large.

Thousands passed as thousands more drifted from the now hidden nebula. Looking back to where they were coming from, one spot caught my attention. Like the others it held the crossed main body style but even at the distance I could tell it was massive. It soon blocked out the nebula and everything in front of me. The diameter had to be hundreds or more miles wide. Hundreds or more of the other ships flew next to it but all of them together could not match the mass of this one ship. The stretch of the ship was more than my mind could comprehend and while the front had passed from my view, the rear was yet in sight.

Before the rear of the ship came into view I felt a pulling sensation on my head, suddenly my view changed to a large room with a man stepping away from me. A helmet he was holding blocked his face until he sat it down on a desk. I then realized the helmet had been on me and he had pulled it off.

“Did you see?” he asked, directing the question to me.

“The ships? Yes, who are they?”

“They are coming to help us,” he answered.

“We have so many problems, which one are they helping us with?”

“All of them, follow me,” he said.

He led me from the large room to a smaller one perhaps twelve by twelve feet. The floor of the room was covered in what looked to be smooth light brown balls from grapefruit size down to BB sized or smaller. From the door where we stood was a path down the middle of the room to another door on the other side. The balls had been swept to each side and piled up along the walls about five feet high. I bent down and picked up one of the larger ones. It was soft like a sponge and a bit sticky; when I squeezed the ball it crumbled apart like dry dough. I understood then why they could stay stacked at an angle without rolling back to the middle of the floor.

“What is this stuff?” I asked.

“Whatever we need it to be,” he responded. “Placing it into the 3-D printers, we can make building materials for everything, from homes to cars. It can also be made into any fuel we need without the CO2 and other pollutants. It will even bring an end to world hunger because we can process it as any food we want, be it vegetable or meat.”

“There doesn’t seem like enough here,” I mentioned.

“It’s not,” he replied, “this is just a sampling. The largest ship you saw is the vat ship. It grows the cargo between worlds.

“So they will be making regular runs to earth, dropping off this stuff?” I asked.

“No, it’s a one time drop. They will then grow more while going on to the next world.”

“I can see that massive ship holding enough to do all you say, once they distribute it but even with its size, it could only supply a few years worth.”

“They won’t be distributing, they will be dropping off. You see, what they have is a single item, a sea creature.”

“So these sea creatures will breed in our oceans?”

“No, as I said, there’s only one. The vat ship grows the animal which is just as large as the ship.”
I was stunned at his reply.

“That’s impossible! That ship had to be hundreds of miles long and nearly a hundred or more wide,” I exclaimed.

“The ship is much longer than you think—as for the creature, it’s well over a thousand miles long and just over one hundred miles wide,” he assured me.

“Isn’t that going to have a huge effect on the ocean? How are we supposed to catch something that size?” I had many other questions running through my mind but luckily he cut me off and explained.

“The creature doesn’t have any mind or nervous system. Although it is an animal, it lives more like a fungus. We’ll use sonar to lure the thing until it beaches itself miles off shore. Then countries can begin carving off what they need to live on. The creature will absorb its nutrition from the ocean which in turn regenerates itself.”

“Still, something that large will have to have an impact on the ocean,” I commented.

“No worse than what we’re doing. This will stop the depletion of life in water and land and we’ll never have to pump out oil or cut down forest.”

Before I could say anything else, the already gray sky began to darken even more. I watched out a large bay window at the low clouds hanging over the ocean. They started to bulge heavily from horizon to horizon. Something was pushing through, so large that the clouds could not move past fast enough and seem to be squished into the ocean waters. At first I thought the lab we were in was sinking but then it came to me that the ocean was swelling. Like the clouds, the water displacement had not been quick enough and the bulge turned into a massive tidal-wave. I began to panic and backed away from the window.

“Don’t worry,” the man said, “this isn’t just a lab but a ship. I built it just for this.”

I watched as the tidal wave washed over the shore and swept us up. I grabbed onto a table as the room tilted and suddenly rose up the wave. We bobbed through the water then when I looked over to the man, there were controls and a wheel used for guiding the lab or ship. I moved back over to the window next to the man. The room still had a tilt and I could see that we were riding the tidal-wave. The wave must have been two-hundred feet high or more, but above it was a wall of alternating bronze and dark brown that ran from left to right until it curved out of sight. The top rose just above the tidal wave several hundred feet and curved back to the horizon.

“Here’s what you’re looking at,” said the man. He pointed to a monitor over to my right, hanging head high. At first I thought I was looking at a snake swimming through the water, but then I realized it was the alien creature. The picture was not pulled back far enough to see the entire being but I could see the head and part of its main body. It had a strong resemblance to Coast garter snake although the earth version has a green head, this creature had the orange and black colors and patterns from its head down the body. As its body slowly moved laterally in wave-like movements, each ripple it produced was a tidal wave.

I thought about the impact this was going to have on the coastal residents and wondered if people had been forewarned.

“Have the coast lines been evacuated?” I asked.

“No one has. I did not want the big corporations to get wind of this and try to shut me down,” he said.

“But people need to know about the tidal-waves and the military is going to flip out once they see this thing in the water,” I yelled at him.

He stayed calm and kept his focus on the creature and staying ahead of the tidal-wave. “The aliens disabled the military on every continent before they left. Right now my only concern is having the creature follow us so we can beach it along the coast.”

With the military gone and coast lines being hit by floods possibly miles into areas, the impact on world society was going to be devastating. This one man had made a judgment call that was going to place the world in chaos. It now dawned on me that the world would be coming to him for their needs since he had the only printer that could reconstruct the alien creature’s meat, for the world’s needs.

I turned and ran to the front of the ship out onto the open deck. I was hoping I could find land or a ship where I’d be able to contact someone that could help. Outside we were still sliding down the ever lasting tidal wave in front of the creature. It was only water and clouds as far as I could see and I stood there until I awoke.

Demise

Some of my dreams play out as a book or movie. They have a beginning, an end and a plot. These are more prevalent because I practice throughout the day to have them. In most dreams my character runs off on its own. In others I can be aware and intervene at anytime; however, I find it most enjoyable to sometimes just be the hitchhiker in the subconscious and follow the path of the story. The following dream is purely a mixture of my waking life. I read and listen to a lot of science fiction and for exercise I run, 10 or more miles every other day. This also includes being a crane operator which falls into the story.

The dream is a story line, my mind filtering through all my daily activities of work, exercise and relaxation. This is my mind’s way of creating imaginary worlds while I sleep. Kind of like Rolling Credits back on March 20, 2005.

 

Friday, November 14, 2014; Story line

I was a crane operator in a city that was crumbling into dust. Electricity was a rare commodity and saved strictly for survival and operation of equipment. The crane I operated was once part of a series of gantry cranes to unloaded ships coming through the river. These ships were all gone and so was the river. What remained was a vast trench a quarter mile wide and possibly a hundred feet deep. Only two cranes remained, and these were used to reach down into what was left of the river’s water source.

Only a mixture of muddy water ran through the trench. The cranes dropped a large sack, able to contain several cubic yards of water, into the foul mix. I remember holding the sack while it soaked up the water. While waiting, a crew and I worked on the crane. It was old and worn out, dust and dirt packed in its electrical parts and gears. I knew it would not be long before it was totally worthless.

Afterwards, I hoisted the sack up and over to a large tank where it was dumped. The tank filtered out the contaminates leaving good H2O for drinking and cooking. At the end of the day, I left and walked back into what was the center of town. What happened to the planet was that aliens had landed years before and released animals that had come from their world. I don’t recall why they had done this or if any of us actually knew.

In the dream, I never actually saw the animals or the aliens. However, we erected a large wall around the city to keep the animals out. I knew they were enormous and took in unbelievable amounts of water, both fresh and salt, draining the earth. They were also omnivores and had nearly consumed all the forests of the world. The earth animals other than man had long since perished.

The Sun was nearly down once I had made it to the center of town. Everyone was standing around, and a meeting was being held. Every so often, a name would be drawn in a lottery which had several significances. That person was evicted out of the city and into what was left of the wilderness. Because food was in such short demand, this kept the city’s population low and unfortunately fed the alien creatures on the outside, so they would not force their way inside.

This evening my name had been drawn, and I was immediately grabbed by members of the community and ushered to the gates of the city. I was violently shoved out the gates and thrown to the ground. By the time I jumped up and turned, the gates had been closed and locked. There was a small forest that surrounded the city and desert that surrounded the forest. The creatures that I was being fed to slept at night so my only hope was to make it through the forest and out into the desert before the daytime. Of course, I knew that if I did not get eaten the desert would eventually be my demise.

I began a slow jog and because of the moonlit night, I found a trail that ran through the woods. The moon lit up the path, but the woods on each side were a wall of blackness. I ran as hard as I could but as quietly as possible so as not to disturb any of the creatures. As the sun rose the next day, I found that I ‘d run several miles out into the desert. A few miles ahead were some low hills which I raced for; by midday I made it to the hills and began climbing.

My body was sticky from sweat, and I felt the dust and dirt in the creases of my skin. My climb was pretty sheer and took time. At one point, I heard a roar directly behind and below me. I turned and saw that a long extinct Tyrannosaurus was at the foot of the hill trying to get at me. Thankfully, I was well above his reach as he clawed at the side of the hill, snapping his great jaws in hopes of reaching me.

I was astonished that something like this existed. Although I had never seen a real-life Tyrannosaurus, I had seen their skeletal remains in museums and this one was no ordinary dinosaur, much larger than a Tyrannosaurus. I could not understand where it could have come from. Even with its great size, it was only one and would make a fine meal if several of the alien animals attacked it at once.

I then noticed hinges on each side of its jaw and its eyes seem to be made of glass. The more I inspected the Tyrannosaurus, the better the details, and I saw its limbs seemed to have been snapped into place. My mind raced—this was not a living creature but a giant replica like toy or robot. It continued to roar and clawed into the dirt of the hill. I figured my best bet was to continue climbing in case it drew the attention of the alien creatures.

I made it to a ledge and sat down to rest. While there I took a look at the expanse before me, from the forest to the city I had been expelled from. To the left of the city, I saw the cranes dropping their bags over the side of the trench into the muddy waters. I stood up and turned around, seeing the mouth of a cave; I walked slowly inside. Inside the mouth of the cave the floor was covered in toys, not just any toys, but only dolls and animals, thousands of them scattered about and piled on top of each other. I even noticed dinosaur toys, which included the version of the Tyrannosaurus that had approached me; happily this one was small enough to fit in your hand and lay unmoving like toys should.

Hi.” A small voice startled me. I looked up further into the cave and saw a small girl of about 10 to 12 years of age.

Hello,” I said, “are these your toys?”

Yes. I am going to bring them to life and have them kill all the alien creatures.”

I thought about the enormous toy Tyrannosaurus.

Did you make the dinosaur down at the bottom of the hill?” I asked her.

Yes, I made others but the alien creatures destroyed them because of their numbers. These I will make as big as the alien creatures and have them all attack at the same time.”

Still standing at the very back of the cave, she began waving her hands, as though she was swooshing something outside. I watched as hundreds of toys closest to the cave opening began to twitch and move. Dolls began to sit up and look around while the animal toys bolted up on all fours. As if they had suddenly become aware, they began their march outward. As the toys exited, their sizes began to grow 10 to 15 feet tall as they reached the edge of the ledge where they dropped over the side.

The dolls and toy animals did not have a chance to fall, for as soon as they stepped over the edge, they grew to enormous heights. They began to march toward the forest, every toy animal imaginable was in the mix, including dolls of all types: Barbie’s, Raggedy Ann’s, toy soldiers and every other doll I had ever seen.

Exiting the cave, the other toys came to life in sequence. So many covered the floor, after it seemed hundreds or even thousands had left, not a dent had been made in the number that remained, waiting their turn. Outside in the desert, there were so many and so packed due to their great size, they covered the land. I stood there and watched, between the toys coming to life and the ones that had already made it to the edge of the forest, and woke up soon after.

Conveying

One thing I rarely keep in my journals is what I eat throughout the day. I guess I should seeing how some foods can induce dreams. Looking back to the day of this dream and a couple of days before, I find no evidence of what brought it on. All I have is at the ending of the dream. It could have been just a nightmare but looking at the symptoms of when I awoke, I have a feeling it may have been brought on by celery. FYI, I have severe food intolerance for celery. It won’t kill me; it just makes it feel that way.

Sunday, June 2, 2002; (conscious dreaming )

I was living in a large colony on the moon. While I was with a group of people inside one of the glass domes, a strange-looking craft came into view heading toward earth. The ship was alien and in four sections. Three outer sections were triangular cylinders, perhaps a hundred miles or wider and hundreds of miles long.

About every one hundred miles apart, a thick ring intersected all three cylinders at the outer tips. At the end of the ship, mounted inside the three cylinders was a sphere maybe two hundred miles in diameter. The entire ship was deep red with no markings, lines or portals, just a smooth and unblemished surface. It took a good while for the thing to pass completely over us. We stood in silence as the ship seemed to come to an orbit directly between the moon and earth. The sphere end pointed toward the moon. Still watching from our spot under the dome, we saw a pulse of light come from one of the cylinders.

A bright flash lit up a small spot on the earth then went brown. There were several screams and someone shouted,

“Oh God, they’re attacking the cities.”

“They’re coming out of the sphere for us!” someone else screamed.

I looked at the sphere, and tiny holes were lit up around it. Then I noticed small ships coming out in lines and heading our way.

As the crafts neared, I saw earth shuttles launching from the surface of the moon. No sooner had they lifted off than beams leaped from the strange craft destroying our shuttles before getting yards off the ground. Still too far out, I could not identify the looks of the alien craft. However, I saw, as did others the destruction of other domes in the distance.

The only thing, the others and I on the moon could do was to suit up and run from the moon bases. On the surface, the ships blasted our homes apart. After the last base had been taken out, the ships could have left us to die on the surface but instead took it upon themselves to finish us off.

Those running in groups were the first to go, while those of us running alone were bombarded by the rocks and boulders that rain downed on us. I was soon caught up in the debris and covered over by rock. It seemed to take hours digging myself out. Once free, I saw that the attacks had stopped and looking across the void in space, I could see the large ship had stopped firing on the earth. I started looking for survivors and found one man.

He said the battle had been over for some time and that there were no bases left on the moon. We found an earth craft in good condition and went inside. With no way of replenishing our oxygen, we had to make it back to earth. We sailed through space aiming for earth, but our craft was pulled toward the alien ship.

We landed in an enormous bay within the ship. The door to our craft opened, and a large crab like claw reached in and nabbed the man. As he fought and screamed, I dashed out, not looking back. I ran through the ship and hid. I ran down several wide corridors then rushed out onto an open deck. To my right was a stack of what looked to be blue blocks, roughly five feet square. They were not stacked neatly, and a couple at the bottom were pulled away from the wall. I jumped behind them squeezing in as far as I could go. I heard loud clicking coming nearer and stayed still until it passed. I took a peek from around one of the blocks. One of the aliens walked by, and I got a good look at the creature.

The alien resembled an earth-like blue crab. The alien was ten to twelve feet wide and rose about seven feet high. It had one long narrow claw about six feet in length while the other claw was half that and much thicker. After it passed I had a chance to look at my surroundings. This corridor was one of the triangular parts of the ship. It ran for miles as far as I could see. The other side also was miles away. Across from me ran a wall about three feet high. I looked down and one sight froze me in place.

There were many things that held my attention but the worst was another alien. Although this alien had the same form, the color was a dull red like that of the ship’s surface. The size had to be hundreds of times larger, at least over a quarter mile wide. It stood in one place with its body vertical. The mouth held triangular rows of teeth like that of a shark. Covering the teeth and edges of its mouth were bright- ed blood and meat. Running level to within yards of the alien’s mouth was a conveyor belt. The belt ran off to my left where it originated from a very large building several stories high. The conveyor belt was close to one hundred feet wide or more. The belt rotation ran from the building to the alien’s mouth and on the belt was a range of earth animals.

The animals seemed to be from the continent of Africa standing one behind the other. Rhinos, elephants, giraffes, lions and many more standing yards apart stood in place acting confused or drugged. The sickening part was the conveyor brought each of these animals one at a time to the large alien. At the conveyor belt’s end, the alien would pluck the animal off with its short claw. I watched as it clasped a lion around the neck and lifted it over its mouth. It dropped the lion down. The lion was caught in the first set of teeth. Instead of the mouth chomping up and down it was a side-to-side motion. This allowed the animal to be continually sliced into smaller pieces. When an elephant came up, it too was grasped around the neck and lifted. Because of its size, the alien’s larger claw swung up and clipped the elephant in half.

I became sick to my stomach watching the backside drop away followed by most of the animal’s insides. Once devoured, it released the upper half. The giraffe was next but what caught my eye was behind the giraffe. The man who had been with me and dragged from the ship stood waiting his turn. His feet remained planted while his torso and arms weaved around like a man drunk. The claw wrapped around his neck, and he too went the way of the other creatures. My panic suddenly rose seeing what was to become of the earth’s inhabitants and me. I began to run toward the right along the wall not knowing where to go. As I passed the large alien, another sight stopped me.

On a lower level directly behind the alien and running from underneath, was a much smaller conveyor belt. On both sides of the belt, the normal size aliens were lined. Their pincers were greedily digging through a thick red and brown mixture. The belt and aliens ran as far as I could see. For a mere second, I wondered what it was they could be eating, but then it hit me. The giant alien which was being fed also had to be the food processor plant for the smaller ones. They were eating the by-products from the waste of the larger alien.

The other triangular sections of the ship perhaps hold these same beings and scenario. I had been getting sicker through my stomach throughout being on the ship. Now the sickness was more than I could stand, and I was forced awake. Awake in bed, my stomach urged me up and into to the bathroom. I was not sure if the dream had caused the upset stomach or more plausible what I had eaten had caused it and the dream.

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.