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Apparently drinking scotch and talking philosophy before bed results in having philosophical discussions with yourself.

I was dreaming about some sort of international conclave, mostly Brits and Europeans but some Americans (enough that I was there, anyway). There was a fair lot of sociopolitical theory flying about, but the biggest point that made me wake up and want to write about it was this:

"Civic holidays like "Memorial Day" are a surcease, designed to provide an outlet for the masses to prevent them from building up enough steam to revolt or riot."

What do you think? Seemed fitting for this Friday, albeit awfully content-filled (potentially)...

Really odd dream snippet last night, in which momentum (or perhaps the Lorentz factor) was working differently than usual. I blame trying to read up on voodoo dark energy during my lunch break yesterday.

Anyway, I was trying to pull a car out onto 10th Street in downtown KCMO, in order to turn onto 71 Hwy South. Ordinarily, this is simple; it becomes considerably harder when vehicles appear to be moving at relativistic speeds, or perhaps (head)light has significant mass that can impact your vehicle, or... something. Anyway, Dream!Me knew that it was a bad idea to pull out in front of anybody I could even see, no matter how far down the road they appeared to be... but this meant I was never getting a break in traffic. Apparently there were no traffic lights in this version (presumably because of the collateral damage their photons would have caused?) and the downtown area was much hillier than this.

So eventually, I tried to creep out onto the shoulder of 10th and slip onto the on-ramp. This went well insofar as I avoided any collisions with cars on 10th, but Extremely Poorly when the aforementioned momentum problems asserted themselves. Instead of a leisurely 180° turn onto the on-ramp, I ended up in a sideways skid off the on-ramp, across two lanes of traffic (again, not crashing into anyone amazingly), and then smashing into the opposite side of the ditch in the median.

And then I woke up, and said into the darkness, "Ow?"

...okaaay, no more chocolate cake Bond movies after midnight. Or maybe it was the Ethiopian food.

( a Quantum of Spoilers herein )

And, James Bond is why we can't have nice things. The Aston Martin, in the first 2 minutes. The Tosca opera. The skylight. The other skylight. The hotel room. The other hotel rooms. The entire fuel-cell-run hotel (that was totally unnecessary, by the way).Yeesh, the body count was actually kind of low (for Bond), but the property damage is gonna break MI-6's budget.

We went to the late-late show (got home around 1AM, still discussing the film) and I think my brain didn't have time to spin down properly. My dreams were all full of logistical failure; trying to coordinate multi-session small-group discussion In Person, with a single clipboard, 5 rooms, 60 people (including late arrivals) and possibly a party going on. For groupwork that (I think) was supposed to happen online. Durrrr... then that gave way to a dream about a G.C. business meeting in which one candidate for a job blocked consensus on the other candidate, zylch inexplicably tackled (in a slow motion, I-love-you-don't-shoot-yourself-in-the-foot sort of way) the blocker to talk them out of it, and then we had to expand the meeting into two rooms so we could sing "Kumbaya" in one room while certain people talked with the blocker in the other half. What. The. Hell?

Oh, and Happy Birthday Larke!

That makes about four nights out of the last seven in which a big part of the dream has involved getting a weapon across a border.

First it was the European sniper rifle, then wrestling with the everything-that-goes-through-time-must-be-organic problem, then an exotic shotgun that needed to come in from somewhere in the Caribbean; last night it was a continent-spanning battle with the Lost Swords of Power, part of which involved getting Coinspinner into Mexico and back. Unfortunately that's where I woke up, when my friend Casey "Kennedy" Davis from H.S. asked me what was going on...

When your dreams start to catalogue reactions to the stories about two very similar dreams that you may or may not have had earlier in the evening (which were titled 'Rose' and 'Rosé', though I don't remember much else about them)... it's time to wake up!

The line "they're as dissimilar as they could possibly be while still being about the same topic" was interesting, though; I think uberreiniger 'said' it.

Oddly, I seem to have had the same dream (or at least dreamworld) last night as I had some months ago. ( Read more... )

P.S. I think this post exceeds my daily quota of "some*" used in a recounting. I'll go try to be more specific now somewhere else...Damnit, there it is again!

My dreamscape is often weird, but it hardly ever comes up with an entire IMDB.com entry for a horror movie that never existed (or at least that I've never seen). Well, a trailer and a Trivia entry, anyway:

• "Consists primarily of recreations of headshots from 28 Days Later" - What does that even mean??
  
• "Christopher Walken's humming of "BTSU" to the tune of a Catholic hymn was improvised, but the director liked it so much he kept the scene in (the trailer)." - Apparently the acronym of the title was "BTSU" - anybody have any ideas/stupid suggestions for what that stood for?

My brain has discarded the entire trailer now, of course... just those two lines remain.

Och. Last night's escapades was saving AA from a takeover coup by a banned player. Yeah, 'cuz that could happen in that semi-anarchic democracy.... of course, Dibbs tells me that Boing-Boing never existed, much less has been banned.

On the plus side, the game had apparently evolved to the point of having a Virtual Reality interface, since everything was visual. I've had visual dreams about that MUD before, just not for years... probably a result of somebody emailing me from there, about an old project. Yeah, it's on The List™. *shrug*

Huh; in my dreams, apparently the person who deposes Caesar is a peripatetic polyglot.

I'm still blaming Norman Spinrad.