Oh, brain…
I had this super elaborate dream last night, which I was trying really hard to remember this morning, but the only phrase that I could recall from it was this:
“Whenever you accidentally start taking Idaho seriously, remember that a guy named Butch Otter is the state governor.”
True that, brain. True that.
Uhhhhhhhh…
I had a dream last night about a French-Canadian version of Beck.
His name was Quebeck.
I’M IN A TIZZY, GET ME OUT
Last night I dreamt that I was in love with my sofa.
Let me repeat that.
Last night I dreamt that I was in love with my sofa.
We wanted to make love but then it was like, “No, wait, I don’t have my slip cover on yet.”
And I go, “It’s okay, baby, I have shoes on.”
So we did it because shoes are apparently a form of human-sofa birth control.
But we done fucked up and accidentally made babies after all.
(They were pillows.)
THIS IS WHAT STRESS DOES TO MY BRAIN GODDAMMIT
ANOTHER WEIRD DREAM
So last night I had this dream in which I was hanging out with Euler. We were talking about rainbows or something for like 30 minutes when suddenly he was gone and I was in this big auction house.
I sit down and watch. The auctioneer gets to this one paper and he says, “This is a theorem by Euler, but he forgot it on the bus so we took it and are selling it here. He’s very smart, so you’d better bid high!”
I thought in the dream, “Wow, how cool would it be to have that? I could pretend it’s mine and just erase his name from it!”
(Dream Claudia is vastly less academically honest than Reality Claudia, just to let you all know.)
So I bid like $50,000 on it and since I’m so excited I don’t open the paper until I get home. I make sure Euler’s not around, unfold the paper, and read the following:
“Theory: dogs bark.
Proof: barking dogs.”
And I got SO FREAKING MAD that I spent $50,000 on that. I think I was about to go beat the crap out of Euler but my alarm woke me up first.
Uh…
WEIRD DREAM
(I think this is a sign that I’ve been doing too much of my math studying while watching Achievement Hunter.)
In the dream, I was hired by Nintendo to make a new version of Mario that could be played on the iPad. So I designed this game called “Math-io.” All the characters (apart from Math-io himself) were now mathematicians.
The best part? They were all mathematicians whose names rhymed with the original characters. Like Yoshi became Cauchy, Luigi became Fubini, etc. (I actually can’t remember the rest, but I was super proud in the dream that they all rhymed).
Actually, the premise of the game was exactly the same as your typical Mario, just with mathematicians.
Any takers, Nintendo?
Cheez Mentality
Well that was a hell of a dream.
It’s sometime during summer in the dream and I’m in my office on campus talking to a pair of Iranian dudes (I have no idea how I know they’re Iranian) and we’re talking and laughing and blah-blah-ing about all sorts of stuff. Then I look at my watch and realize that I have to go teach in 5 minutes.
The room I teach in is neither in Renfrew nor in the TLC but in some huge auditorium/stadium thing. Actually, now that I think about it, it looked more like a movie theatre without the big projector screen in front.
Anyway, I go in there and because I’m late the university decided to put a guest lecturer in my place. But he wasn’t really doing anything and was just kind of standing in the front of the room looking bewildered. There weren’t too many of us in there—maybe 20 or 30 people—and we were all just calmly sitting in the chairs.
Then, all of a sudden, everyone started freaking out. I think someone saw a pencil on the floor or something and that just sent everything into chaos for whatever reason. The substitute guy was still just standing in front watching all of this nonsense, so I started to move to the front of the classroom (movie theatre?) to try and help calm everyone down. I moved in super slow motion—you know how it is in dreams sometimes—and by the time I was up front, everyone had cooled off.
Then someone saw a Cheez-It and all hell broke loose again. Why? Apparently the Cheez-It was “immoral” and because it was in the room, everyone there was at risk of going to hell. This second freak-out was even louder and more panicked than the first—people were like “oh my god, I’m never going to touch a Cheez-It again! I don’t want to go to hell! I repent! I repent! I need to get out of this room!”
Then, finally, the substitute guy just went off on everyone. He started yelling “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! You are NOT mindless sheep! You will NOT let ONE CHEEZ-IT dictate your life! You’re COLLEGE STUDENTS, for god’s sake! Don’t let this one Cheez-It ruin all the other Cheez-Its in your life!”
As he was talking, I had gone to the chalkboard that had magically appeared in the front of the room and had written “One Cheez-It = One Mistake” with a big copyright symbol behind it, and was super proud of this apparently brilliant phrase.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up.
What the hell.
There’s Gold in Them Thar Hips!
I had a dream last night in which I was bedridden for some reason and all my major muscles very quickly atrophied. However, as they atrophied, they all turned into gold and I had thousands of doctors from around the world wanting to operate on me just so that they could get their hands on said gold.
In the dream, I kept trying to force myself to stay awake so that the doctors couldn’t come in at night and cut me up, but I accidentally keep falling asleep and each time I woke up I had more and more gaping cuts all over my arms and legs from where the doctors would come and try to harvest the gold as I slept. I woke up (in real life) when it got to the point where the doctors had taken all the gold and were starting to take my bones to see if I had gold in the marrow.
Red Bull is a hell of a drug.
Are People In R.E.M. Sleep Losing Their Religion?
Have you ever had a dream set in a really specific place—and not a familiar one, like your house/school/work/whatever—and then, like three years after you have that dream—return to that location in another dream?
That happened to me last night. I was in this huge field in Oklahoma. I knew I had been there before in a dream I’d had a long time ago, and I was so happy to be there again. I knew where everything was and I knew one reason that I liked the field was because there was this giant kite-shaped cloud that was always hanging above it (which, of course, I saw as I looked up in the dream). It was just this incredible feeling of familiarity. I don’t remember a place ever feeling so familiar in a dream before.
Does that ever happen to you?
Zzzz…
So I pretty much constantly dream about math/numbers now. And what’s frustrating is that it always seems like I’m coming up with these super awesome theories/proofs and then by the time the morning comes I can only remember fragments of them. They’re probably trivial and nonsensical, but it’d be nice to actually see if the stuff my REM-brain’s coming up with is coherent. At least, more coherent than my waking thoughts.
There’s a way you can train yourself to remember your dreams, right?
Element 2
Well what the hell.
Thanks to a discussion I had with my mom yesterday concerning blue moons, I of course had the moon as the main star of my dream last night.
In the dream, it was the point in the future where our helium reserves had run out (real thing that’s happening, by the way). The top scientists had determined that mining the moon for helium was our most feasible option for replenishing the element, so we’d sent up a bunch of scientists/miners to do so. We’d set up these huge plots on the moon in which we mined the helium.
All was well and good, but as we started carting the helium back to earth, we realized that taking the element from the moon’s surface was actually eliminating the moon’s ability to reflect the sun. It had gotten to the point where the mining plots were resulting in huge black non-reflecting squares on the moon’s surface that could be seen from earth.
Representative pic (made with MS Paint so it’s crappy, but this is really what it looked like in the dream. Original from here):
I actually think the dream itself lasted like 2 minutes, but I remember feeling like we’d been waiting for days for the news to report whether the reflective nature of the moon would ever return in full or if we’d have to live with a patchy satellite.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeird.
Ready for Another Stupid Claudia Dream?
ME TOO!
As I was drifting off last night I had kind of a dream/flash of an idea: someone needs to make an ABCs book about statistics!
Like…A is for Anscombe’s Quartet, B is for Bayesian Inference, C is for Correlation, D is for Design Matrix…
Oh waitwaitwaitwait. There could be an “applied stats” alphabet and a “theoretical stats” alphabet. That way we could get more topics. AND EACH COULD HAVE A LITTLE POEM!
Yeeeeeah.
Of course I’m sure this has been done, but still…wouldn’t it be cool? I’d read it to my spawn if I ever have a spawn (that poor child would be screwed up from the beginning, though, so I probably shouldn’t have a spawn).
(I would name my spawn “Spawn.”)
(Or “Leibniz.”)
(Yup, shouldn’t have a spawn.)
Uh…
So Matt, you’ll probably enjoy this.
I was having this crazy-ass dream last night. You were in it; I think we were at Shari’s, a whole group of us. I did some random thing and you laughed SO HARD. I half woke up at that point, and in my semi-consciousness I realized that I HAD to write down what I did in the dream so I’d remember it in the morning.
So when I woke up this morning I of course didn’t remember what I’d done in the dream to make you laugh so hard. But then I found a note card on the arm of the couch (that’s where I sleep, BTW).
What had I written in the middle of the night?
“Motorboat chocolate boobs.”
This reminded me exactly what went down in the dream: I had ordered the Shari’s “special” for the month, which ended up being a giant set of chocolate boobs (like one of those chocolate Easter bunnies, but in booby form). Apparently I took them and motorboated the hell out of them, which just had you in hysterics.
Yeah.
Dear Brain: at least TRY to chill out when I’m asleep, okay?
So last night I had a dream about C++. Our professor had changed our final exam to a final essay/report. I got the brilliant idea to create a program to write my paper for me. So that’s what I did, and I turned the paper in with total confidence that I’d get an A. Then I got it back and got like a 20% because I forgot to write my program to print the citations for all the sources I used in the paper. Cue total panic mode.
Hooray dream-induced panic attacks!
Anyway.
Haha, the Harlem Shake is actually kind of hilarious.
Here’s Western Ontario with their classy rockin’ (I’ve been in that hallway!)
That guy in the bottom left corner with the big finger, hahaha.
And then there’s UI.
Oh, UI.
In This Blog: L’Hopital Frets over Getting Apples for Newton
Last night I dreamt I was in France. It was the late 17th century and I was in this huge cathedral just kind of chilling. I was confused because I knew I was supposed to be attending mass at St. Mary’s Church in Moscow, but I had somehow royally screwed up and ended up in France.
I’m sitting in a pew when this dude comes running up the main aisle. I didn’t know who he was at first, but as he got closer I noticed he was wearing a “Hello! My name is L’Hopital” nametag. He’s in the middle of totally freaking out and he’s got this empty basket slung on his arm that keeps changing colors as he’s running around.
Somehow in the dream I know that this is before l’Hopital’s Rule comes into existence, so I think in the dream that it’s my duty to keep him calm so that he’ll live long enough to publish his calculus textbook.
So I say, “Hey l’Hopital, what’s up?” And he goes on this long rant about how it’s his job to gather all these rare apples and transport them to Newton in England. He’s like on the verge of tears so I offer to help him. There’s an apple tree in the front of the church so I point him in that direction (I think it’s weird that he didn’t see that on his own) and together we start harvesting these weird-looking apples. The whole time we’re doing so he just keeps ranting about how he’s a famous mathematician and it shouldn’t fall to him to gather these apples.
This goes on for what seems like five hours (even though it was probably like microseconds in real time), and the basket is finally full. l’Hopital’s finally calmer now that he’s got the apples he needed, and he actually turns to me and thanks me. Then he looks around all deviously and whispers, “let’s make a pie out of five or six of these apples. Newton will never know! I can fill the shipping box with oranges so it weighs the same, and by the time he gets it I’ll be dead anyway, so who cares?”
And of course what am I thinking during all of this? “Holy freaking crap, I get to make pie with a famous mathematician!”
(Also, the pie was tasty.)
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my brain.
Ugh, I had a bad dream last night.
Well actually, I had two dreams last night and only one of them was bad.
The first one involved fat dudes and Office Depot. So it wasn’t bad.
The second one, though, involved my eyesight. It started out where I’d be looking at something and then whatever was in my direct line of sight would start to break apart into the visible spectrum like a rainbow halftone print. Then things progressed to where the thing in my direct line of sight would break into the spectrum and then all the color would vanish, leaving me with a greyish blur vaguely reminiscent of whatever object it used to be. Then finally the center of my field of vision was totally gone. It wasn’t black, but it was like a huge blind spot and the only things I could see clearly were at the very edges of my peripheral vision.
Now that I think about it, that’s actually kind of what happens when I have a migraine, though by the time I reach TOTAL BLINDSPOT TAKEOVER I’m usually lying down after chugging a bottle of Excedrin, hoping the pain doesn’t come.
Ha, maybe I had a migraine during my sleep. Can that happen and the person not be aware of it? My migraines don’t last very long, so I probably would have been over it by the time I woke up if that happened.
Anyway.
I posted this quite awhile ago on here, but I’m posting it again ’cause it’s relevant and it gives you an idea of what pre-migraine is like for me. The spazzing rainbow ALWAYS happens right in the center of my field of vision, though, and then everything goes blind spot on me.
So I had this dream…
I had this dream last night in which I quit school to become a cartoonist. I quickly realize that this is a mistake and draw a series of cartoons to submit to the math department to get back into school. I call the cartoon “Math Quacks” and it stars two ducks names Sine and Cosine. They swim around and eat bread and make really, really, really stupid jokes. They have evil alter-egos named (of course) Cosecant and Secant [I had them mixed up in my head, but I’m pretty sure this is how my subconscious was wanting it to be].
Near the end of the series they make a baby duck called Tangent. Who also makes really, really stupid jokes.
And I think the water they all lived in was called something like Triangle Lake.
Yeah.
This actually might have to happen.
Last Night’s Dream:
GLaDOS and C-3PO went on Maury to get a paternity test to see if C-3PO was the father of GLaDOS’ son, Deep Blue.
(He was.)
(Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, either.)
Saturday Night Nightmares
You guys sick of reading about my dreams yet? Well too bad, ‘cause here’s another one.
It’s the not-too-distant future and apparently the entire northern West Coast, from Northern California all the way up through the coast of Alaska, has been infected with this rare and 100% deadly virus. The scientists don’t know what caused it, don’t know how to cure it or contain it, but know that it’s spreading east at an alarming rate and will surely wipe out the North American population within like two years’ time.
So the few bigwig science guys still alive on the West Coast have to come up with this idea to somehow save the rest of the North American population while getting rid of the infected coastline people as fast as possible.
In the meantime, every person I know has gotten sick with the disease and has either died a horrific, disfiguring death or is in the process of doing so. Well, everybody except my grandma (the one that hates me because I’m my father’s spawn). My mom (who has been infected but isn’t dead yet) are talking about what my grandma’s going to do and my mom’s like, “I think she’s going to move north.” And somehow I know what the scientists’ big plan is, ‘cause I reply with, “I don’t think there’s going to be much of a north left.”
So yeah. Turns out the scientists have decided that setting off a nuclear bomb right over Western Canada would be the best way to eviscerate the problem of this virus and “humanely” kill all the people still alive who are suffering from the infection.
And guess who gets the job of setting off the bomb?
ME!
The dream shifts and it’s like three weeks later in time. I’ve been briefed over what I need to do in order to set off the bomb, which is basically to press a big red switch when the timer they gave me hits zero. Everyone I know has died except for my mom, who is extremely sick and almost totally paralyzed and mute from the illness. It’s about three hours until I destroy the coast and I’m sitting on a couch in my grandpa’s old room above his garage in California. My mom’s curled up beside me with her head in my lap. She can’t move and can hardly breathe at this point. There are like seven guys sitting on the couch beside me/hanging on the back of the couch and they’re all harassing Martha Stewart, who is also there, about her stint in jail. It’s actually quite amusing, but I’m so overly anxious about the bomb that I can’t really pay attention to them.
Time keeps ticking on, and eventually we reach about a minute left on the timer. I can feel my heart pounding alongside that nervous, almost sick feeling I get before taking a test or giving a presentation. The guys and Martha Stewart have gone elsewhere and my mom and I are alone. She looks up at me and I can see in her eyes that she’s asking me when the pain will be over, so I kiss her on the forehead and say, “it will all be over soon.”
Then I actually try to push her off the couch real hard so that she’ll just die from that and not have to go through the explosion, but that doesn’t work. So I think, “screw this,” run over to the red button, and push it. There’s this HUGE cracking boom in the distance (I actually felt the sound wave hit me in the dream) and I turn to look out the big picture window behind me. Everything still looks normal, so I run downstairs and stand outside the open and empty garage.
I see this huge mushroom cloud not too far from where I am. Birds flying above me are being eviscerated by the explosion already, vaporizing as they’re trying to get away. I can see this huge gust of radioactive wind coming towards me, so I stand out in front of the garage, spread my arms, and shout “take me!” The whole time I’m thinking, “this can only hurt for a few seconds. This can only hurt for a few seconds. It’s not like I’ll feel anything after I’m dead.” And I actually feel this incredible excitement over being able to die. The wind picks up around me and I can feel these little pinpricks of radiation on my arms…
And then my damn phone alarm goes off and I wake up.
Anyway. That dream was up there with that flooding dream I had a while ago in terms of making me freak out once I actually realized it was a dream.
Fun times.
Tonight’s Dream Sponsored by Every Ad I’ve Ever Seen
Who the hell dreams about Kmart?
I DO.
Picture it: it’s a few decades into the future and advertising is even more in control of our lives than it is now. You can’t buy anything without it being endorsed by some megacorporation—this includes water, keyboards, backpacks, and smaller corporations.
In the dream I’m part of this small little rebel group. We’re a bunch of young hooligans who are fighting the megacorporations. It’s later revealed that we’re actually a secret division of a much larger movement that’s actively fighting the government (sponsored by Kmart and Microsoft), trying to restore some semblance of life without “Big Advertisement.”
Actually, there’s like a full-scale civil war going on between the government/companies and this big-and-getting-bigger rebel group. There are these huge “war zones” all over the western U.S. where rebel groups have staked out “ad-free” zones and are fighting the government from within using stuff that isn’t branded (which basically leaves them with all this antiquated technology left over from before Big Advertisement took over).
My little group and I are staked out in this abandoned Circle K near the edge of the Grand Canyon. It’s dusty as hell and all the windows are blown out from the passing big company vehicles coming by and blasting missiles into abandon buildings to make sure no one is camping out there (no logical reason why we’ve been able to survive this, but whatev).
There are about ten of us and we look like we’ve just walked out of Fallout ‘cause we’re basically Wastelanders. We’ve refused to wear branded stuff so we’re dressed in these old rags and towels and toilet paper and (for whatever reason) we’ve pilfered a toolbox and are wearing its contents as jewelry (I’ve got a hammer necklace). We eat off-brand Tic-Tacs and non-government sponsored broccoli powder (which is an actual thing) to survive. We don’t drink water ‘cause Kmart owns all the pure water in the U.S., so we’ve made due drinking the soda out of the Circle K’s still-working soda machine (which is for some reason NOT government-sponsored, but whatev again).
And I guess we’ve made these elaborate plans to stage a coup and end the Big Advertisement rule once and for all. There’s this military Subway R.V. that drives by our stakeout every other afternoon. Like every other vehicle in this futuristic commercial world, it is equipped with a bunch of security cameras that record everything in a 360-degree view of the R.V. and reports the video back to the government (it also sells sandwiches, but we’re less concerned about that than we are about its spying capabilities). We’ve got these plans drawn all over the wall of the Circle K detailing our mission to destroy the Subway vehicle by launching it into the Grand Canyon.
SO. Fast-forward a bit.
It’s the day of the big attack and we’re all excited. We take a bunch of bats and crowbars and destroy the Circle K’s soda machine in a pre-coup ritual to bring good luck to the proletarian rebellion. We stand in a circle around a broken soda machine and say the Lord’s Prayer (which is like word for word; WTF, brain), except at the part when we all say “on earth as it is in heaven” I go, “except now it’s ‘on earth as it is in 7-11!’” but nobody gets it and I feel super dumb.
We gather like seven Scud missiles that were lying around inside the building—I have no idea where we got them, but they’ve got the McDonald’s logo all over them—and set them up in the windows so that when the Subway R.V. comes along, we’ll be able to fire.
Hunching beneath the windows, we wait for the R.V., which finally comes rumbling up the road. All of a sudden we all have these little Walkie-Talkies and are talking military-speak to one another, getting ready to fire. I look out the window and wait for the R.V. to pass our pre-designated mark and I shout into the Walkie-Talkie, “Launch Operation Footlong*!”
And so we blast this missile at the Subway R.V. and it goes catapulting into the Grand Canyon. We had rigged it so that we could watch what the Subway cameras was recording, and we were all laughing like devils as the monitors that miraculously appeared in our Circle K showed the R.V. going over the side of the Grand Canyon.
Some dude in our group shouts “FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD!” and everybody laughs. Except me, ‘cause I’m thinking, “you jerks, you laugh at his stupid joke but you won’t even acknowledge my awesome 7-11 pun.”
And then I woke up.
What.
*I swear to god. I can’t make this stuff up.
Dear Brain: WTF was that?
I rarely dream about death. Most of my dreams involve some sort of panic, but more often than not that panic is brought about by my inability to meet some sort of deadline in my dream. Not being able to move fast enough, doing things incorrectly and having to repeat them, being so scatterbrained that I can’t get things done in a logical order…stuff like that.
But I rarely dream about death.
Even more rare are dreams in which the goings on of the dream feel exactly like reality. 99% of the time I know in my dreams that I’m dreaming.
But last night? Death, very realistic-feeling dream, and not being able to move fast enough. Some of the main reasons why this most recent dream was the most symbolic, terrifying, and upsetting one I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I went to bed at 6:30 in the morning and must have started dreaming right away. In the dream I find myself in a large white flattened cube of a house. The walls are bare except for two low-lying rectangular windows that are opened and cannot be shut. One window sits above a huge white bathtub; the other sits above my chair and computer stand (holding Vaio).
My knowledge in the dream is that I live with my father and that he is, at the time, out to church and won’t be back for awhile.
So I’m sitting there minding my own business when suddenly it starts raining outside. Almost immediately the water reaches the low windows and starts pouring into the house. I’m not panicked, but I feel worried as I rapidly try to gather up all of our stuff in the house and wrap it in protective plastic wrap. This being one of my dreams, of course I’m unable to move fast enough. I’m slogging through the water, vainly trying to cover things in plastic, all the while watching some of my most important things (Vaio, all my backups for my files, my chair), disintegrate and dissolve in the water. While all this is happening I’m thinking to myself, “dad’s going to blame me for all of this, even though it’s not my fault the water came in and it’s not my fault our windows are so low to the ground.”
Anyway, the rain and flooding finally stop and all the water except for the water in the bathtub miraculously disappears, leaving only small puddles of our mostly dissolved possessions. I wasn’t able to save anything in the house.
At this point my dad comes back and immediately notices that everything but the bathtub is in ruins on the floor. He’s not angry, surprisingly, but is questioning me with increasing panic in his voice. “What happened? Where’s all our stuff? Why’s the house ruined? Why did you ruin the bathtub?” I vehemently argued that I didn’t ruin the bathtub, which only makes him panic more. He’s wandering around the house all bewildered, wondering what to do next.
He tells me he’s going to go outside and check on our shed to see if anything in there survived. I follow him. As we walk down the sidewalk I notice that every cat we’ve ever known is lying dead in some rigor mortis-induced contortion scattered across the lawn. As we continue walking, dead butterflies and birds start to drop from the sky.
We reach the shed, which has been reduced to nothing more than its foundation. The only thing left “inside” it is an old industrial trunk. Neither my dad nor I knew what was in it; we were just overjoyed that some artifact of our lives was spared from the flood/storm.
I call my mom and she comes over to keep me company while dad continues pacing around the house in a mild panic. I start showing her the remains and the dead cats and the trunk, and her only remark is, “that’s so interesting! Wow!” And I just have this tremendous, unbearable sense of loss and hopelessness. All I keep saying is, “it’s all gone. All of it, it’s all gone.”
I woke up with my pillow in a death grip half an hour later, unsure of where I was. But when I finally realized that my dream was actually a dream and NOT reality, I freaking lost it. I lay in bed bawling for at least fifteen minutes, then curled up in the covers and had a nice little freak-out.
I haven’t told any of you much about my life’s situation at this point other than what I’ve put in this blog, but I think the main reason this dream freaked me out so much is that it was so representative of how I’ve been feeling lately. It was so full of symbolic messages related to my worries, concerns, situation, future, and general mood that I think my brain didn’t want to handle it all subconsciously anymore and so decided to spew forth a nice little half-hour-long terror session during my REM time.
Flarusadofhdaghghghg. That was a draining experience.
Gonna go play New Vegas now. Need to mellow out.
You can also get a minor in Meme Studies
Hey universe!
HEY UNIVERSE!
I had this dream last night in which I was recruited by some random university to write a textbook about memes on the internet. So I did (in the dream), and it was the most fantastic freaking textbook ever.
So now I’m waiting until the study of the internet becomes a legitimate major (Web Studies or Tube Navigation or LOL Degree or something…I’m liking LOL Degree) so that I can make my textbook. Hell, I might do it regardless.
Neil & Prey
So I had this dream last night in which I developed practically an entire season’s worth of a TV drama called Neil & Prey. The show centers around Victor Neil and Alexander Prey, two undercover cops who disguise themselves as priests to bust crime. Most specifically, church-related crimes.
Like in one episode they thwart a parishioner who was poisoning the congregation via the holy wafer thingies (what are those called? I totally forgot), or another episode where a congregation member deeply involved in church activity starts selling the church wine on the side to make a little profit (hahahaha, profit from the prophet…okay, I’m done).
And, for a bit of a comedic element, Alexander develops a crush on Mary Anne, one of the nuns they’re always around, and Victor does his best to keep his companion from showing any inappropriate outright interest in her.
Yeah. Welcome to my dreams.
What a fantastic dream
Fan. Tastic.
So WoW has an offer going right now where you can sign up and play for free up until level 20. As you know, I was playing WoW back in 2009, but I let my subscription expire due to grad school insanity + not having enough money to re-subscribe.
I’ve been itching to play again recently, so I signed up again and started playing. Yay!
Anyway, last night I must have had the perfect combination of WoW time plus Wikipedia surfing time, ‘cause I had a dream that combined the two in a game called World of Wikipedia.
The best part of this dream is the fact that when I woke up, I remembered all the little details. There were two factions (like WoW): the Wikis, the fun-loving but troublemaking group who work together to cause mayhem, and the Pedias, the serious folk who are all about order and keeping things in check.
- Then there were different races based on the five “pillars” of Wikipedia.
- I think the equivalent of WoW’s classes were based upon Wiki’s three main core content principles.
- The equivalent of WoW zones were the main areas listed on the front page of Wiki (Arts, Biography, History, Science, etc.).
I don’t know. It was a really interesting dream, haha. I may have to create characters to correspond to the pillar races.
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