First dream log!

I told TUX to fuck itself around 2 am and hit the couch. At 4:19 am I got up to see if it came yet.

Some of my dreams are semi-repeating. They'll often stay in the same place; they have a regular cast, none of whom I've met IRL; sometimes there is continuity, sometimes not. In extreme cases, my dreams will present a puzzle to be solved that builds up over multiple session (over many nights). In those cases it keeps going until the collected data is forming in my concious memory and I'm analyzing it in the shower. When I figure it out, all the memory bleeds out like a microchip is pulled from my William Gibson-esque socket.

I sleep a lot when I can. It's usually more entertaining than the movies.

Tonight I was in a recent invention. There's this chinese restaurant somewhere - if it's IRL, I've never seen it. They know me. I have hot&sour soup in my hands *seconds* after entering, standing up, waiting for a table. Sometimes sooner -- they are set back inside a multi-unit, multi-floor building, and after simply entering the building I am met in the foyer by a waitress with my drug, who dispatch from the comforts of the restaurant much like volunteers in some kind of chili-garlic & vinegar Red Cross leaving their home and families for 3 years to serve the Greater, Spicier, Good.

Like I said, they know me there. I still haven't figured out how, but I'm working on it. But I am expected to accomplish precisely *no* social graces. Silent? That's cool. Grungy after an all-night hack run? No matter, they're happy to see me.

Actually, the latter has a side effect. They have a private room upstairs, with shower. It strikes me as more than a little odd, but even more so now that I'm awake and thinking about it with all my wierdness radar active. I didn't want to use it; this sort of intrudes on the public-private border. But I was goaded -- they steer me with cups of hot&sour, like one steers a cow with an electrified prod.

But, you know, in the good way.

I don't like waking up from this one. It sounds really wierd, but think of it as Case saying "I had a cigarette and a girl and a place to sleep."

Oh, and TUX still isn't unfucked. Ingo, that Red Hatted Bastard, must use every SGML tool in creation just to write some simple HTML.

It's 7 am. I wish I had some soup.