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Last night, I dreamed a dialogue between two characters in the Journal Entries. They were discussing Higher Order Theories of Consciousness. Not only that, but one of them was asserting that someone was responsible for the human capacity for higher order thought, and that someone was still imprisoned somewhere in our solar system in a hellish existence, and they had to go rescue him.

I also dreamed I was Jay Lake.

I missed his birthday party yesterday, so this was my brain's consolation prize. Except Jay/I was the proprietor of a sad convenience store, one of those drab places with dirty white walls and sparsely populated shelves. The power went out, and Jay/I had implants all over my chest cavity, like Tony Stark's only many of them. One had a flashlight, and I was using it to try to figure out how to get the power back on.

Very strange.
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On Sunday, I was Indiana Jones. Dressed in white robes for high desert, I had just escaped from a high, round tent to find myself in a compound filled with angry looking, vaguely Indian or Pakistani men. Kashmir, maybe. It was early evening, already getting cold. I had to escape. I snuck around the edges of the compound, found some high explosives, and arranged them in a tripwire pattern so that they cause one hell of a distraction. I got away.

On Monday, I was Indiana Jones again. Same place, same time. It was hot now. The explosives were gone, though. Somehow, I managed to jerry-rig an ancient truck to drive in fast, widening circles, running over tents and wrecking stacks of rifles. The distraction was enough. I got away.

On Tuesday, I was Indy once more. The explosives were gone, and now the truck was secured. At one end of the camp, which I saw now was more of a permanent installation, I discovered a strange sort of small bottling factory, filling large soda pop bottles with a dark liquid and capping it. I realized that I had to figure out how to use the bottle cap machine to create enough kinetic energy to wreck the factory, causing the distraction I needed to escape. I don't think I figured it out in time, and I don't know if I got away.

On Wednesday, I was myself. Very odd. And I was with Kouryou-chan. We encountered Robert Redford and Paul Newman, looking as if they'd just walked out of The Sting, taking up residence in the room across from us in a Hilton hotel near DisneyLand. We learned the next morning that they'd robbed a bank. After a confrontation and a fist fight, Robert Redford fled with the cash, but Kouryou-chan successfully finagled Paul Newman and I in a hotel room and locked the door behind us. Through the door we could hear her on my cell-phone, calmly talking to the police. "Does she do this often?" Paul asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "She's good at this kind of thing."

On Thursday, I was myself again. We were sitting on folding chairs in the cupola of the International Space Station. As I watched, calm and detached, the ISS re-entered the atmosphere, then made a water landing. Water splashed over the cupola. "This can't happen," I said to the guy next to me.

"But what if it did? What if you needed to evacuate the station in an emergency? Would you know what to do? What Would You Do?" He then walked me through a series of procedures for opening the hatches in an emergency.

What the hell is going on with my dreams this week?
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I had the weirdest dreams last night.

The first was that Omaha sent me downstairs to find the hunting rifle. There was no reason given, it was just something I was asked to do. So I looked in the utility closet, which is full of ancient stuff-- old air filters, racks of boxes of holiday gear, old television hardware, a pile of unfinished sewing packages. First, I found a LaserTag pistol, and then the LaserTag rifle. (We have original, first edition World of Wonder LaserTag rifles, back when they were built to last forever. One has a sticker, "shuttle component," given to me by a college girl I knew whose summer job was vehicle rehab at Cape Canaveral. She's also the one who helped me lose a purity point very, very few have ever lost. Gorgeous undersized redhead. Enthusiasm of a bonobo. She owned a waterbed.)

Anyway, the dream: I never did find it. I found a weird AirSoft rifle, which I think is a kind of BB gun, this in poorly-done camoflage, brand new, but with a weird poofy stock. I never did find the hunting rifle, but that may be because we don't own one.

I also dreamed that I was trying to park my car, but the brakes wouldn't hold on a hill. The car was bigger than the one I own, and bright blue, more like a pickup truck. I had a moped in the back, but it must have been a weird moped made by Dean Kamen or something because it couldn't fall over.

I parked the truck, and took out the moped, at which point the truck started to slide down the hill. It hit another car, gently, and pushed it out into the road. I looked to see if anyone noticed, then jumped into the truck and put it back up the hill and pulled harder on the parking brake. I looked back to see the moped sliding down the hill. I can after it and caught it, only to look up and now see the truck, again, rolling slowly and gently down the hill, pushing two vehicles with its prow. Then I woke up.

Super weird.
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I dreamed last night that I was in a hot-tub with a crowd of excessively hunky and beautiful men and women. Someone burst into the room and shouted, "The Aliens! The Aliens are landing right now!"

From out of the hot tub arose Kurt Russel, bigger, more tan, more hunky than he had ever been in his entire life. Buck naked, well-hung and holding an enormous war axe, he shouted, "We know how to deal with them, don't we!?" Then he grabbed the nearest dwarven-beared man, kissed him hard, and headed out the door, through which I could see a desert and classic 1950s flying saucers.

Like, what the f#%! is my brain trying to tell me?
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I had three very odd dreams last night, and they were all architectural. The first was work-related, and was more a fly-through exercise about using Pinax directly rather than developing parallel to it. After a quick analysis of the code this morning, the parallel development will continue. It's a trade-off between upgrading the entire system to Django 1.2, and developing within the 1.1 framework with the tools we already have.

Talks about S&M, so maybe not work safe. ) Unfortunately, I have neither the time nor the room right now for another project, and if I was going to do a woodworking project, this would be way second on my list, after the MAME cabinet I've wanted to make.

The third was Yet Another Software Project, this one mostly in Javascript with limited server-side development. And I'm keeping it to myself.

This is my first full day on decaf.

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