Dreams. Ah, dreams.
I dreamed that I was in a practical class...I don't know exactly what we were learning, but there was a professor and there was work. At some point, I and a few other classmates were talking trash about Bush, and the next day our names were up on the board, under a word: 'Cornsio', or something like that. When we asked, it was announced that those on the Cornsio list had their clearances revoked until they had been fully investigated, just as a precaution. I raised hell, especially when I discovered, in the dream, that the word translated as 'office whore', a colloquialism used in some South American country against white collar workers who were accused of passing infomation to enemy states. Government agents came and started hauling us away...god help me, I think I started on "They came for the trade unionists..." before I got whacked on the head.
As I and another person were being hauled out of the school, it morphed into a survival horror game, complete with colored life bar and soundtrack and lots of really nasty ghouls and ghosts.
The dream ended when I was playing as my subordinate NPC, stuck out a hand too far while in the treasure room, and this big boss shadow-thing descended on me, wrapped me up in a black netting, and then tore out my stomach with its teeth, intending to use my cries and the blood trail to lure the main PC (also me) into a trap. And yeah, I felt the teeth.
I have weird dreams.
I dreamed that I was in a practical class...I don't know exactly what we were learning, but there was a professor and there was work. At some point, I and a few other classmates were talking trash about Bush, and the next day our names were up on the board, under a word: 'Cornsio', or something like that. When we asked, it was announced that those on the Cornsio list had their clearances revoked until they had been fully investigated, just as a precaution. I raised hell, especially when I discovered, in the dream, that the word translated as 'office whore', a colloquialism used in some South American country against white collar workers who were accused of passing infomation to enemy states. Government agents came and started hauling us away...god help me, I think I started on "They came for the trade unionists..." before I got whacked on the head.
As I and another person were being hauled out of the school, it morphed into a survival horror game, complete with colored life bar and soundtrack and lots of really nasty ghouls and ghosts.
The dream ended when I was playing as my subordinate NPC, stuck out a hand too far while in the treasure room, and this big boss shadow-thing descended on me, wrapped me up in a black netting, and then tore out my stomach with its teeth, intending to use my cries and the blood trail to lure the main PC (also me) into a trap. And yeah, I felt the teeth.
I have weird dreams.
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Clearly, the government in your dreams is infinitely more capable than the US Government!
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So, uh, good luck with that Orwell thing, guys.
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But still...that's pretty terrible as far as accuracy goes. Not that I'm terribly displeased, but the scientist in me weeps gently at the thought of what their databases must look like.
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So if you suddenly can't fly, it's because your local grocery store sold misinformation about your purchasing habits to ChoicePoint. They think you bought a pound of weed instead of a pound of Velveeta Cheese Product. And ChoicePoint made a mint sending it on to the good old US of A, who now has decided you're not allowed on planes as a national security risk.
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NOW they're gonna come for you. :)