veien av glemte drøm
If anyone wonders, the difficulty of cheap google translation is sometimes the tenses of our language do not match those of other’s this is an English to Norwegian thing for The Lane of Forgotten Dreams. it had to go the road of forgot dreams or it wouldn’t translate. You guessed it. herein we discuss my lil fantasies foundationless at present to castles in the sky.
If anyone has thought of what must be perhaps you’ll watch a lil japanese subtitled movie with me. “Madadayo’” it means “not yet” as in are you dead yet?…not yet. a story of a beloved teacher whomishonoured with the joy throughout his later life at a party to enjoy his wisdom of at his birthdays… imagine the horrors we feel getting older and a similar joke but yet a giant huge beer to be had at a gulp… ahhh. but why I mention it is a fansy of the teachers is to have a pond ring his home of dreams as like a moat. wouldn’t thefish get dizzy?…swimming only one way?
it is thus with great pleasure I announce the house idea where in we explore something of habitat. a favorite of mine is freshwater eel wherein the eel is not in actual fresh water but a less salty spot of the “sea” 80 feet down which is 8 stories/levels. I envision maybe three of four but nothing but an entrance above ground semi camoflauged like a rock at a lake shore. the house must have every levelo for a paraplegic escapable… you know a sucker who cant float right thus sinks? hand over hand climb out even if one’s super james bond career is not to be at least wholesale sabotage isn’t instantly lethal 
. imagine seeing shrimpies too growing by the many bushel fuls where big fish eat the tastiest of morsles.
imagine next dune the 1984 extended version where we have the underground caves of the fremen but not so much that nevermind but the idea one has a home with a walk in freezer 2 acres of sealed lighted artificial space to grow what one wants and freezedry it vaccum seal it, level 3 garunteed to annoy customs because how can their highly trained pooches sniff what isn’t there? heh but it is. yes, I’ve entertained what it would take taking advantage of the dark side of the moon to acheive… a vaccum sealed chamber where nothing can contaminate thus be smelled on the outside of a package because duh there literally is NOTHING there to be smelled.. for you to understand this watch a not level 3 containment as it’s level 2 at best, the meryl streep in “silkwood” where one has to assemble fuel rods… that’s close to a level 3 containment with the exception there is an atmosphere…. processing in a vaccum means nothing contaminates the product nor is anything leaving the product to be detected. you think the smart asses at the border can fid cocaine in furniture areas hollowed out…not without a tip off now imagine there is nothing that can be detected…there is a limit to a dog’s nose. acre upon acre of undetectable thank pity I learned long ago that one and done I am sold out by everyone if I’m up to that behaviour. I dont think I’d be good as a spy people tend to notice me far too much and I cant lie.
imagine now the bat cave is not that but a lil elivator to a sub lake hall. imagine just around the bend on that mountain trail is a greek palace with a god ray from abelow hot tub. little avenues of this dream domain have had updates to it over time of purpose and place.
now back to borat type living and imagine it wigwamming or some other yurt and we’ve that model of living but a corner loom…not a looming corner of doom a loom in a corner as nothing but woven thick carpets adon wood with some modern fancy to make it water resistant and bullet resistant… to a 57 caliber machine gun. it’s only 55 thousand psi at impact… be a bit of a bummer as a lil present from the sky would sure blow up that lil fabric fantasy but ground incursion can go fuck itself til I scurry below ground.
science secret bat cave heaven and remember.. just because I’m straight edged non using doesn’t mean I too don’t have movie ideas…
well? if I show you now, I’d have to kill you…and that would really eat up my readership so it’s but words, you can wonder wonder about me if I take up sheep farming soon because you’d have to wonder if I found the spider silk revoltion of how if kept free of water spider silk from s heepmilk is stronger than steel. you just think those back water nomads have third world lives go ahead watch out that they do not have and aren’t harvesing an arsenal to attack! heheheh conspiracy theorist thinking they’re big and bad. a humble bumble of a backwater rancher they not necessarily are.
