Trustflow

I don't understand it, but here's my Trustflow.

http://trustflow.lshift.net/?name=bobquasit

I don't know if I'll ever look at any of these journals, but I have to admit that I'm wondering whose Trustflow I might appear on.

I'm feeling a little bewildered this morning.

Trustflow

I don't understand it, but here's my Trustflow.

http://trustflow.lshift.net/?name=bobquasit

I don't know if I'll ever look at any of these journals, but I have to admit that I'm wondering whose Trustflow I might appear on.

I'm feeling a little bewildered this morning.

The Privateer and the Celebrity

I managed to get to bed by 9:30 last night, for once, although it took me a long time to get to sleep.

Once again, my dreams were particularly vivid.

I was walking down a hill in a city. In the buildings at the bottom of the hill, there was a large, wide door. Someone was walking with me, and I explained that the door led to my bar. We headed down through it, and it turned out not to be a bar, but a shell around a pirate ship. The shell opened onto a harbor.

I was dressed as a privateer captain from the 1800s, and my crew was working hard to get the ship ready. In moments, we set sail. I was at the helm, with both a steering wheel and a rudder (in reality, I don't know much about ships). The sails billowed as they caught the wind, and the ship slowly pulled out into open air.

The waters in the harbor were crowded with ships and boats of all sizes, all of the same era as my own. In fact, it was ridiculously crowded. I steered carefully, almost hitting other ships many times, but enjoying myself...and then the dream changed.

I was in a huge hotel in Las Vagas, with friends and family. Somehow I ended up talking to Leslie Nielsen, who was wearing a tuxedo. I assumed that he'd just say hello and "thanks", after I told him I'd enjoyed his work very much, but for some reason he wanted to walk around with me and chat.

A very odd dream. We went all over the hotel, which was also a casino, a giant mall with strange stores...just odd. I'm not quite sure how it ended. I probably just drifted awake.

The Privateer and the Celebrity

I managed to get to bed by 9:30 last night, for once, although it took me a long time to get to sleep.

Once again, my dreams were particularly vivid.

I was walking down a hill in a city. In the buildings at the bottom of the hill, there was a large, wide door. Someone was walking with me, and I explained that the door led to my bar. We headed down through it, and it turned out not to be a bar, but a shell around a pirate ship. The shell opened onto a harbor.

I was dressed as a privateer captain from the 1800s, and my crew was working hard to get the ship ready. In moments, we set sail. I was at the helm, with both a steering wheel and a rudder (in reality, I don't know much about ships). The sails billowed as they caught the wind, and the ship slowly pulled out into open air.

The waters in the harbor were crowded with ships and boats of all sizes, all of the same era as my own. In fact, it was ridiculously crowded. I steered carefully, almost hitting other ships many times, but enjoying myself...and then the dream changed.

I was in a huge hotel in Las Vagas, with friends and family. Somehow I ended up talking to Leslie Nielsen, who was wearing a tuxedo. I assumed that he'd just say hello and "thanks", after I told him I'd enjoyed his work very much, but for some reason he wanted to walk around with me and chat.

A very odd dream. We went all over the hotel, which was also a casino, a giant mall with strange stores...just odd. I'm not quite sure how it ended. I probably just drifted awake.

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You

You.

I'm going to get you. No matter what it takes, no matter what I must do...in the end, you will be mine.

In the beginning, I wasn't even aware of your existence. A miserable little nobody, a nothing living on the very edge of my domains. My minions there were all but useless, but still up to the task of ending your life, as was proper.

And that's when I first became aware of you. Because you came back.

Even then, I should have been more alert. All but my feeblest slaves could have crushed you; you were weak, young, and your equipment barely deserved the name.

None of it mattered. At the time I considered and then ignored the faint tremors, the rumors that something, some new force, had entered my world. And then the reports came more and more rapidly. An assault by a lone warrior on an outlying base; every defender killed. My local champions, puny compared to my greatest servants but powerful in their distant, depleted locations, falling prey to...what?

Legendary weapons released from ancient bindings. Ancient prophecies fulfilled. I have been master of the world long enough to read the signs. I knew what to do.

Or I thought that I did. Because each time you fell, each time your miserable life was brought to an end, you came back. Again, and again, and again.

How did you do it? I still do not understand - not yet! - but even then I recognized it for what it was: the ultimate power. For no matter what I did, no matter how utterly you were destroyed, the end was the same.

You came back.

You feared some of my forces; I know it. I watched you hide from them, dodge them, momentarily retreat only to return. Death seemed to mean something to you. But what? What fear does death hold for something that cannot die?

Implacable. Unstoppable. You pierced each veil of protection, each circle of power, each impregnable base...becoming more powerful with every step. Wielding weapons and tools of unimaginable power. Step by step, inch by inch, I could not help but know your final destination, your final goal: me. Here, amidst the awe, terror, and might of my ultimate fortress, I knew that we would meet. And one of us would die.

But if it was you, what would happen then?

It happened, just as I knew it would. My mightiest servants fell in my defense. You fell, too, only to rise again. But they, my creatures of darkness and despair...for them, the end was forever. Not for you.

As you rose and burst through my every defense, blazing destruction towards the very core of my being, I gazed at your true essence...and could not comprehend you at all.

What are you?

Darkness fell.

And then...

And then all was as it was before. For a while, a fog lay on my thoughts; something troubled me, but I could not remember what. And then, slowly, it came back to me. I had been here before. This world, this glorious playground for my damned warriors and twisted children, had been mine before, and taken from me. And so I began my search.

There you are; so far away. Innocent, childlike, puny and weak. And yet containing a power more vast than my universe.

This time, I'll learn. I'll study, and watch. And somehow, someday...you will be mine. I will hold your power, tame it, and take it into myself. If not this time, the next. Or the next. Whatever it takes.

From the heart of my burning darkness, from the searing fire that is my heart, I make this promise.

I'm going to get you.

You

You.

I'm going to get you. No matter what it takes, no matter what I must do...in the end, you will be mine.

In the beginning, I wasn't even aware of your existence. A miserable little nobody, a nothing living on the very edge of my domains. My minions there were all but useless, but still up to the task of ending your life, as was proper.

And that's when I first became aware of you. Because you came back.

Even then, I should have been more alert. All but my feeblest slaves could have crushed you; you were weak, young, and your equipment barely deserved the name.

None of it mattered. At the time I considered and then ignored the faint tremors, the rumors that something, some new force, had entered my world. And then the reports came more and more rapidly. An assault by a lone warrior on an outlying base; every defender killed. My local champions, puny compared to my greatest servants but powerful in their distant, depleted locations, falling prey to...what?

Legendary weapons released from ancient bindings. Ancient prophecies fulfilled. I have been master of the world long enough to read the signs. I knew what to do.

Or I thought that I did. Because each time you fell, each time your miserable life was brought to an end, you came back. Again, and again, and again.

How did you do it? I still do not understand - not yet! - but even then I recognized it for what it was: the ultimate power. For no matter what I did, no matter how utterly you were destroyed, the end was the same.

You came back.

You feared some of my forces; I know it. I watched you hide from them, dodge them, momentarily retreat only to return. Death seemed to mean something to you. But what? What fear does death hold for something that cannot die?

Implacable. Unstoppable. You pierced each veil of protection, each circle of power, each impregnable base...becoming more powerful with every step. Wielding weapons and tools of unimaginable power. Step by step, inch by inch, I could not help but know your final destination, your final goal: me. Here, amidst the awe, terror, and might of my ultimate fortress, I knew that we would meet. And one of us would die.

But if it was you, what would happen then?

It happened, just as I knew it would. My mightiest servants fell in my defense. You fell, too, only to rise again. But they, my creatures of darkness and despair...for them, the end was forever. Not for you.

As you rose and burst through my every defense, blazing destruction towards the very core of my being, I gazed at your true essence...and could not comprehend you at all.

What are you?

Darkness fell.

And then...

And then all was as it was before. For a while, a fog lay on my thoughts; something troubled me, but I could not remember what. And then, slowly, it came back to me. I had been here before. This world, this glorious playground for my damned warriors and twisted children, had been mine before, and taken from me. And so I began my search.

There you are; so far away. Innocent, childlike, puny and weak. And yet containing a power more vast than my universe.

This time, I'll learn. I'll study, and watch. And somehow, someday...you will be mine. I will hold your power, tame it, and take it into myself. If not this time, the next. Or the next. Whatever it takes.

From the heart of my burning darkness, from the searing fire that is my heart, I make this promise.

I'm going to get you.