Dream Log: June 19, 2001

E2 is invading my dreams again.

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It starts off in a Burger King, I have been waiting for my food for a long time. A guy sits down near me. But he isn't just a normal guy, he is a node. His forehead says, The BSD Metanode, and he is covered in glowing links to FreeBSD, Open BSD, Net BSD, and many others that I didn't read.

I then procede to the counter to argue with the manager about my food. I notice a wallet on the ground. I pick it up because it looks like mine. I realize that its not mine when it begins to grow larger and larger. I attempt to shove it down my pants to hide it. At this point I catch the managers attention and we begin to argue loudly about my change from my order. I realize that the wallet inside my pants is still growing. So I yell "Death to the Philistine" and run out to my car.

I have a feeling of being followed as I drive away. As I drive off I open the wallet, it is full of money, probably 2 or 3 thousand dollars. I look up just in time to see that I am now on a snowy mountain road in Colorado. Traffic is at a dead stop a few hundred feet in front of me. I manage to do a maneuver straight out of Crazy Taxi to avoid death. But my car does hit another one. I take off down the mountain without using the road.

My car is quickly stopped by a bunch of trees. I get out and start to run. But I begin dropping the money everywhere in the snow.

Suddenly I can see the Chatterbox in front of me. This is where my death is played out. Here is what the messages looked like.

Billy Bobby..I think I see him up ahead
Chucky3.. Thats his car, were gonna get him
birdofflame.. He's picking up money
Chucky3 closes in on TheBooBooKitty
birdofflame heaves a large rock at TheBooBooKitty
Billy Bobby Say your prayers
TheBooBooKitty no it was an accident
birdofflame drops a large rock on TheBooBooKitty's head, crushing him

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I woke up sweating and terrified.

Ruins of an ancient temple on Venus (everything is in shades of green).
A rude frog-looking person smoking a cigar represents an evil corporation bent on destroying this planet.
Supposedly that would help them gain power on Earth.
He has taken all the readings he needs and is satisfied that we pose no threat.

by destroying them. In order to make sure no other fakes were attempted, they also intended to destroy the entire planet. This has the added benefit of proving that the Earth is the center of the universe.

I dreamt I got to fly a two person helicopter out to my folks' house and back (they live in the next state). That was fun. It's model was something fakey I'd made up called the VF-2 (vertical flight) and the cab looked like a Mitsubishi Fuso. So it was about as aerodynamic as a brick but I flew it all the same. I don't know if I'd magically gotten my single engine land license (with rotorcraft classification) or if it was on the sly. It was at night too so I must've had my IFR. I do know I didn't talk to the towers as much as your supposed to....

The rest was like some sort of Monty Python-esqe Frankenstien story that I can't remember much of. pretty cool.

I'm falling in love with this woman I barely know and in real life find vaguely irritating and creepy. We're at my college, but college is now located in space stations around Saturn, a group of four small squarish stations attached to huge satelite dishes. They look exactly alike from outside. They can join with each other easily but for some reason that I do not understand remain separate yet close together most of the time. Weird sex and body modification are involved at various points. She tells me that witch's tits are cold. We have not said anything about what is happening; there is no verbal acknowledgement of our interaction. I am leaving briefly to help someone choose colors for a picture and ask her if she wants to hang out later. Offended that I'm leaving, or perhaps that I'm mentioning it, she asks "Why?" (as in, why hang out later). I shrug. She leaves, back to another space station. I call my cat, but a different cat shows up. I call her later to no answer, then go over to find her to see if she'll help me take the cat to the vet. There's a kid with three arms who can't walk in the hallway, telling another kid to imagine what it would be like to have three legs. I make a 'you're a high-maintenance person and I didn't realize it' apology to the girl and everything is fine until it turns out that she wants to perform a magical ritual involving killing the cat and two lobsters, one black, one red, all alive currently. I talk her out of it, although I don't really care about the lobsters. We are planning to go somewhere for a few days, and when I go to run it by the local governing council who are easy about things like this but you have to tell them because we're in space. The local governing council is about 10 people in robes sitting around a kitchen table in someone's backyard. The person before me has to say where he's going and why, but when I make my request, they just look at me and say "Oh, they're in love."