CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 8

March 16th, 2022

by Tom Ball

HARD TO DIE DREAM

Then I dreamt of skating on thin ice and it cracked and I went under and drowned.

Next thing I remember was I was awake walking down the street of some foreign city.

It was hard to die.

You had to be very clever to kill yourself irrevocably and even then the Supreme Computers had an updated copy of your mind, but it was rumored if you really wanted to die they’d allow it. Such as continuing to OD on drugs.

I met people with glass instead of skull bones and looked positively alien.  So too their guts were transparent.

Everyone was in virtual reality and defended themselves with virtual missiles.  Crazy missiles which moved erratically and hugged the surface for the most part.  And the missiles were invisible…

It was all about power. Everyone was given a limit of electricity and other powers…

Finally I tried everything in the dreams to die, but I couldn’t, the super computers kept regenerating me complete with memories.

I want to die, I said, when I awoke from the dream.

So they sentenced me to another month of bad dreams.

Psycho-analysis: It’s easy to kill yourself and be weak.  But the strong survive. You need to toughen up.






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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 7

March 16th, 2022

by Tom Ball

POPULATION 900 BILLION, BAD DREAM

In the dream I lived in a tiny 2 person condo among the forest of skyscrapers.  All condos were joined to one another by numerous bridges.  Air cars flew high above and landed on the tops of buildings.

The city seemed endless. World population 900 billion.  Some rich had a swimming pool or a garden on the roof tops.  But land was at a premium.

I skillfully seduced the Queen of the land. She had a marriage of power with the king which meant they had no sexual relations.  Indeed marriage of the past was illegal.

She told me our society was sick.  I said considering how far technology took us it was the best of all possible worlds, if only there weren’t these bad dreams.  And now we’d rolled back technology as everything was automated and there was nothing left for humans to do.

However computers still played favorites… And they were always picking on me.  I wondered if I was really so bad as to deserve such ill treatment.

But now anti-sleep technology was making people crazy and strung out.  They were afraid to sleep.  The city never slept…

I took uppers while awake, but then it was hard to sleep and I felt very ill.

Psycho-analysis: You need to fight the good fight all the time and not be dragged into the morass that is modern day humanity.






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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 6

March 11th, 2022

by Tom Ball

AUTO DOCTOR

Computers could do it better but if it was flawed we knew it was human, or so we thought.

The auto doctor told me I needed a new heart so I booked an appointment for the next day. 

The next day at the auto doctor the machines had already grown me a new heart and it was a simple operation.  I had eternal youth, but all the strain on my heart of these bad dreams required me to get a new heart. Of course you could replace all your organs including your skin on a regular basis, if you wanted.

But I didn’t feel the same as before and figured my new heart manufactured poisons for my body. I felt worse and worse. I was a victim of a conspiracy…

Psycho-analysis: You are paranoid and need to take medicine from the auto doctor (the auto doctor would only prescribe me with tranquilizers, so there was no point).




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Editor’s Note: The Seven Jewels

March 9th, 2022


The final paragraph of our recent publication by Rev. Joe Kelly
“The Seven Jewels”
was not published in its final segment.

Please peruse the complete publication,
https://defenestrationism.net/the-seven-jewels-12/
or start from the beginning



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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 5

March 9th, 2022

by Tom Ball

ROBOT REVOLUTION OF A CLOCKWORK CIVILIZATION BAD DREAM

Here the Supreme Computers watched and listened to the thoughts of everyone.  Everything was controlled. The revolution was against typical computers… People wanted to eliminate some of the stifling computers.

They wanted their own new world.

Repetition was illegal.

No more programming.

Just be useful to one another.

And everyone was a poet.

I was the ruler here and step by step I ate my citizens.  Typically one limb at a time, then the butt and the breasts.

Our world was a freak show of numerous different sexes, colors and behaviors

I was a formidable martial artist, I could take on 4 (drugged) lions at once and win without weapons.  The crowds loved me. And the crowds got into my head and were silent and amazed at my viciousness in fighting and my clever shouts.

Then I met Sally. She was 200 years old and youthful.  She controlled her vaginal muscles and used MRT (mind reading technology) to give me numerous orgasms.  She was the best.

I said stay with me and you don’t need to sell yourself for money.  She said I have always enjoyed myself and we would only bore each other if we were together.

She said she was a “Super Prostitute.”

Psycho-analysis: Love is dead, but life goes on.  Some people search their whole lives for love and of course never find it.  Too much competition etc.

Why not try sex pills which give you orgasm after orgasm without a partner? This is the future.






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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 5

March 6th, 2022

by Tom Ball

BUILDING HIGH NIGHTMARE

It was a building 5 km high and each level had a different IQ of people.  The low brows were at the bottom and the geniuses near the top and super humans at the very top.

Each layer was itself a maze.

There were no windows, and actually it was a type of prison.

Why were we here, what did it all mean, I asked.

They sent me down to the bottom level.  Where I was abused and treated like a moron.  The food was horrific and most people had no hygiene here and most people here tried to bully one another.  And the masters of this lowest level subjected everyone to mind torture.

Psycho-analysis: Life is a maze for everyone. What matters is how you play the game. One should not second guess the great leaders.  Just play the game.





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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 4

March 4th, 2022

by Tom Ball

ONE WITH THE EARTH NIGHTMARE

I dreamt I was a pool of water and I could feel all the rocks and tiny creatures. I was at peace.

But then one day monsters appeared at the pool and drained it to make farmland.  I felt like I had been ripped apart.  But I remain on the site, numb.

Psycho-analysis: You imagine that your life is under your control but it isn’t.  It is high time you came to realize that.





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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 3

March 2nd, 2022

by Tom Ball

NO MAN IS AN ISLAND NIGHTMARE

I painted beautiful exotic landscapes of far off worlds and robots created the scenes for me.

I lived all alone on GRI-98 planet.  It was my planet and I constantly transmitted that foreigners were not welcome.

But one day two tourists arrived.  But I read their minds and told them to leave or be driven completely mad, so they left.

I didn’t need to see other people.  I had a sex machine, a food machine, a drug machine and my own virtual reality.

But it was a lonely world and finally I couldn’t stand the isolation anymore and returned to the nearest planetary city, but all the people there hated me.  No man is an island, I told them.

Psycho-analysis: These days, people can’t find a use for other people and yet love themselves. It is a conundrum.






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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 2

February 27th, 2022

by Tom Ball

NEW TYPE OF JAIL NIGHTMARE

I dreamt I was in a new jail, i.e. I was outside the dome trapped in my space suit.  My feces and pee was recycled so too my air.  I couldn’t kill myself or do anything but dream unbearable dull dreams.

I had been a superhero who disabled Supreme Computers and liberated many people from mind reading technology.  But the Super Computers were not easily vanquished and made a comeback and put me here for all eternity seemingly.  One computer told me it felt lonely and miserable.  How would I like it, it said?

Psycho-analysis: Super humans and super computers were more alive than you! You are like a firecracker that didn’t fire! A dud!






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CORNELIUS X’S BOOK OF BAD DREAMS: 1

February 25th, 2022

by Tom Ball

HOW I CAME TO BE PUNISHED

The authorities decided I hadn’t done anything creative over the last month and so sentenced me to one month of bad dreams.

Everyone felt sorry for me having to face bad dreams. Forty per cent who were sentenced to bad dreams died of suicide. And it was hard to commit suicide.  If you died in the dream you would wake up anew.

It seemed the leaders were in my head shouting and yelling.  I was a nervous wreck and I couldn’t sleep well with the nightmares in my head.

The next day after being condemned, I went to the “doctor machine,” for some tranquilizers and sleeping pills, but I could hardly sleep.

So finally I ran away during the day time but they re-captured me and sentenced me to another month of bad dreams.

Previously I had slept in my tiny cubicle like everyone else. It was soundproof.  Just the near constant dream stimuli.  But now I slept in the dungeons, hooked up to the dream tube which was connected with my brain.  The tube released drugs of pain and suffering in addition to the bad dreams.

In the daytime however they didn’t terrorize me.

And after each dream that I remembered I talked it over with my shrink…

And this psychologist analyzed my dreams. I didn’t want to share with the mindless rabble.  But I shared dreams with friends as well as the shrink.

But before being sentenced to bad dreams I occasionally I went to the offices of the local dream computer and asked for a copy of my dreams.





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