I knew I was in shock of some sort. Normally the idea of being transported into a different reality would warrant a significantly larger response than a blank stare.
The technician sitting across the table from me stopped talking and had an expectant look on his face. All I could manage at the moment was a puzzled "huh?"
He sighed and put a pamphlet in front of me on the table. Some more words were spoken, I think they contained 'read', 'questions', and 'please' several times.
I just nodded dumbly and continued to focus on the one object that had consumed so much of my attention since our unexpected arrival.
Sword.
My sword.
That I couldn't put down.
Not that I wanted to. It felt Right to hold it. Right in ways I couldn't fit into words.
The technician had used plenty of words. Words like 'Spontaneous', 'Bonded', and 'pseudo-material construct from unconscious mental projection'.
I didn't need words, and neither did the sword. It whispered in my head with feelings and half-thoughts of safety and protection.
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I'm made sure to apologize to the technician a few hours later, when I could string a compete sentence together without stopping half way to stare at the sword. He said it was ok, that shock was understandable at times like this.
He made sure to stress, once again, that I should make sure and THINK about what I do. I'm apparently not the first person to have some part of their subconscious manifest in the physical world. Having my Id present itself a green glowing sword just further cemented something I had known all along: I had issues.-Terry
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"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." - Antoine de Saint Exupery
The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
The technician sitting across the table from me stopped talking and had an expectant look on his face. All I could manage at the moment was a puzzled "huh?"
He sighed and put a pamphlet in front of me on the table. Some more words were spoken, I think they contained 'read', 'questions', and 'please' several times.
I just nodded dumbly and continued to focus on the one object that had consumed so much of my attention since our unexpected arrival.
Sword.
My sword.
That I couldn't put down.
Not that I wanted to. It felt Right to hold it. Right in ways I couldn't fit into words.
The technician had used plenty of words. Words like 'Spontaneous', 'Bonded', and 'pseudo-material construct from unconscious mental projection'.
I didn't need words, and neither did the sword. It whispered in my head with feelings and half-thoughts of safety and protection.
---
I'm made sure to apologize to the technician a few hours later, when I could string a compete sentence together without stopping half way to stare at the sword. He said it was ok, that shock was understandable at times like this.
He made sure to stress, once again, that I should make sure and THINK about what I do. I'm apparently not the first person to have some part of their subconscious manifest in the physical world. Having my Id present itself a green glowing sword just further cemented something I had known all along: I had issues.-Terry
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"Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." - Antoine de Saint Exupery
The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy