Dreams last night
Dec. 8th, 2006 02:33 amDream #1. Our cat Niobe moved out and lived in a Green Line trolley.
Dream #2. I met Eric Lerner, author of the irritating crackpot book "The Big Bang Never Happened," and found him to be a decent and engaging person whom it was impossible to dislike.
Dream #3. I saw a commercial for a radical new wireless e-mail device with clunky late 80s/early 90s styling, shaped like a book that opened horizontally--a book wider than it was tall, made of two Newton-sized slabs an inch thick with what looked like plasma displays. It had a GUI that was all in monochrome isometric pseudo-3D and displayed messages as small icons of the device itself, which slowly opened as the messages downloaded.
The rationale for this was something nonsensical about letting visitors to your company use it to read company e-mail in a secure sandbox, instead of "putting them in the company ballroom like before."
The ads strongly emphasized that the case was double-hinged in such a way that if you pinched your thumb between the halves while opening the device, you could easily dislocate them to extricate your thumb. Now that I think about it, it was kind of like a highly deformed HP 28S.
One could probably reconstruct much of my biography from these dreams.
Dream #2. I met Eric Lerner, author of the irritating crackpot book "The Big Bang Never Happened," and found him to be a decent and engaging person whom it was impossible to dislike.
Dream #3. I saw a commercial for a radical new wireless e-mail device with clunky late 80s/early 90s styling, shaped like a book that opened horizontally--a book wider than it was tall, made of two Newton-sized slabs an inch thick with what looked like plasma displays. It had a GUI that was all in monochrome isometric pseudo-3D and displayed messages as small icons of the device itself, which slowly opened as the messages downloaded.
The rationale for this was something nonsensical about letting visitors to your company use it to read company e-mail in a secure sandbox, instead of "putting them in the company ballroom like before."
The ads strongly emphasized that the case was double-hinged in such a way that if you pinched your thumb between the halves while opening the device, you could easily dislocate them to extricate your thumb. Now that I think about it, it was kind of like a highly deformed HP 28S.
One could probably reconstruct much of my biography from these dreams.