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3:23 p.m. - 2002-02-05
Dreamweaver
Last night I had a dream that we were living in a futuristic world, where everybody has had microchips implanted into their brains. Each family in America has a different frequency of microchip.

But, the microchips are still in an experimental stage, so every once in a while, they stop working. If your microchip stops working, your brain turns off, and, thus, you die.

However, every single person in America has been given a remote control that can reactivate a broken microchip. With a push of a button, you can bring back to life somebody who has died...the catch is that you have to push the button within TEN SECONDS of them dying. If ten seconds passed without somebody reactivating you, you were gone forever.

The remote controls only work within each family, since each family is on a different frequency. So, you can bring your mom back to life if she dies, for example, but your remote control would not work on, say, the garbageman. The garbageman's family would be in charge of bringing him back.

Since anybody's microchip could stop working at any time, families always stayed real close together. Parents went to school with their kids, the wife would join her husband at work....always staying by each other's side, so they'd be able to bring them back to life, if necessary.

I really dreamed this.

Here's where the dream got interesting: One day, due to a foul-up at the government headquarters in charge of the microchip implants, everybody's files got mixed up. Papers were accidentally scattered everywhere, marriage records were lost, adoption records were mixed in with the wrong families, DMV records and social security numbers and fingerprints were accidentally shredded. And a short circuit in the universal microchip frequency caused EVERYBODY'S memories to be erased. It was a disaster.

So, all of a sudden, nobody knew who was who. The government couldn't identify anybody, and nobody remembered a thing. Nobody knew anybody else...Husbands forgot who their wives were, kids forgot who their parents were...nobody knew who was a member of their family.

So...there was a widespread fear, because nobody knew who would bring them back to life if they turned off. They didn't have the comfort of knowing their family was right by their side to save them. Everybody was a stranger.

The government came up with a plan to fix the situation though. They created millions of UNIVERSAL remotes and gave one to every single person. Now, everybody could save everybody....whether or not they were family!

Now, you could save the garbageman. And he could save you. However, the 10-second rule was still in effect. So, if somebody near you died, you had to act fast, or they'd be gone forever.

Everybody got to play God!

The ultimate result, basically, was world peace. Everybody was nice to everybody all the time. Because your life was in their hands, and their life was in yours. You didn't want to be cruel to somebody, knowing that you could die at any minute...if they were pissed off at you, they might not bring you back. So, everybody said "Please" and "Thank you", and nobody argued, and there were no wars. And, even people who had formerly spent their lives alone, like hobos and hermits, began hanging out in crowds, so they could be saved when their time came.

And, for the rest of eternity, people continued to die, and be brought back to life, and die, and come back, and so on....And the only people who STAYED dead were people who were cruel or evil to others, people that nobody else wanted to reactivate...and, so when a cruel person died, everybody else would just watch him in silence....as his ten seconds expired.

This really is a dream I had, last night. I swear. I'm not making it up. Well...I DID make it up, but I made it up in my sleep last night. It's a cool dream, I thought...So, I thought I'd tell you about it. Even though it's not really that funny.

Consider this diary entry COPYRIGHTED, since it is published, and it is dated!!! I know what you're thinking! You want to steal my idea, huh? You'll get one of your friends to help you take my idea and write a screenplay based on it, and the movie will be a hit, right? You'll make millions!

You think you and your friend will be the next Matt and Ben?!

Oh yeah?! Well, I'll see you in court!! We'll see what Judge Judy has to say about this!

You'll be the next Matt and Ben alright.......the next Matt and Ben IN HELL!!!

COPYRIGHT � 2002

By the way, you can't steal the part about me saying you can't steal the story, either. That whole Matt and Ben paragraph is copyrighted, also!!

I'm legally secure, motherfucker!!

 

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