b1-66er:
09:00
1½ sleep dream
<This dream's almost entirely situational. Mostly thinking with little action kinda rare for me...
Really it's more the way my MS life really is.
Anyway...I've been asked by whomever to sheperd a brand new mobile device through just in time (JIT) development...
Now, IRL, I did walk some early hiptop protos through product announcement at a CES -- but those involved nothing more than NV to CA communication (and some talking to Orange/T-mobile [wherever they were]).
{It was one of the stupidest high tech situations I ever found myself in. There was a guy who claimed the phone service was up and running when it was not just to save personal face. That only took 4 hours to figure out.}
So lessee...
I'm going to have to travel to Asia, that means I've got to dust up on the local culture where I'm hitting the ground...
and there's going to be tech restrictions.Those'll be detailed and complicated with the world situation the way it is right now...
...I'll need an attorney. A good one. Fully fluent in English so *I* can understand what the hell's going on...
In fact, I decide this would be the perfect question for Bill Nye the Science Guy. "What should I do?"
I call him based on an Internet number I find and can hear him answer.
Wait.
[I decide this is dumb and wake up.
EOD]>
Not as much to unpack here as usual...
This almost certainly comes from my having a new passport and getting ready to travel with The Accomplice. I've been reading some on ©, AI and the Ukraine war.
Overall, this is a mental casserole that doesn't stick together very well.
I rule in favor of the plantiff.
It is a dumb dream. If your subconscious is going to behave in such a fashion, I sentence you to 6 hours of reality.
[Well, at least I didn't dream about the CU/CSU football game.
The sentence in that case would be much MUCH more penalizing.]
The f3mb0t: I had a weird dream this morning...and I woke up, very confused.
I was trying to get away initially from an family where I looked after their 6 kids for a week. As the week went on, the kids got meaner and meaner, to each other, and to me. I ran out of the house, on the last day, not caring I had not been paid. I just needed to get away. I kept running and running, down thru mountain settlements of seemingly inbred families¹, who all tried to waylay me with promises of help. Nothing worked. I finally found [college roomies & spouses] on west colfax, who sheltered me in a hubby's mining operation hut. I woke up literally sweating, with my heart racing.
¹editorial emphasis because it's a phrase b1 likes
