Escape Artists
The Lounge at the End of the Universe => Gallimaufry => Topic started by: lowky on February 25, 2010, 12:49:30 PM
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Last night I don't remember any dreams, but the 3 nights before that were all part of the same dream. I dreamt of a Zombie Apocolypse. It was started by the military looking for a new "super soldier" formula. I wasn't frightened in the dreams, more I was somehow involved in either uncovering or covering up the military's involvement.
Is it good or bad that I didn't dream about the Zombpacolypse last night?
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I hope so. On facebook I'm a member of "The Hardest Part of a Zombie Apocalypse Will be Pretending I'm Not Excited."
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I need to join that group right away.
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me too!
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So last night I had my first podcast-related dream. I was traveling for work to Atlanta, Georgia, and it just so happened that Steve Eley was hosting a big EA meetup at his house. And let me tell you, his house was freaking huge, with an expansive backyard overlooking a small river and a lush mountainside.
I met with several people from the forums. I don't remember them all, but I met Heradel and Bdoomed (who was drinking whatever beer he's holding in his avatar :) ). I also briefly spoke with Talia. I had a very long discussion with Mur Lafferty and some of her friends, about religion of all things. DKT was supposed to be there, but then wasn't able to make it. Ben Phillips and Alasdair were downstairs, but I never did run into them.
Steve Eley kept showing up like a plot device to move me along through the house. He showed me his backyard and introduced me to different people. The funniest thing was at one point when I was making my way downstairs, a very young girl (like fifteen or something), with white makeup on her face, kind of latched onto me. I was trying to be nice and get away from her without hurting her feelings, but she wasn't going anywhere. Steve shows up, with a kind of Jack Kerouak vibe going, and talks to the two of us. He points to my wedding ring and says something like, "Swamp here is married, and monogomous. And that's cool, man. [to the girl] Let me introduce you around to some other people." As he leads her away, I mouth "Thank you" and he gives me a wink. Funny stuff.
So it's pretty cool, but part of me wonders if I need to distance myself from the forum for a while. :D Not really.
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The other night I dreamed I was teaching English to a bunch of nonnative speakers, probably somewhere here in Asia. I was guiding them through a big fat English-language SF novel: Neal Stephenson's Anathem. (I liked Anathem quite a bit, but I'll admit that it's not the best choice to inflict on a room full of people with low English skills.)
What's more, my dream faithfully reproduced the book's basic ideas and plot. It wasn't twisted into a bunch of surreal nonsense, as I would have expected my brain to do.
Brains are weird. I finished Anathem over a year ago and I've read a ton of stuff since then. Why'd my subconscious latch onto that particular book?
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Is it good or bad that I didn't dream about the Zombpacolypse last night?
If you're really George Orr from Ursula K. LeGuinn's The Lathe of Heaven (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lathe_of_Heaven), then it's good.