Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder

08 Jun 2002, 19:08 p.m.

From the quite enjoyable setup session before Nandini's party yesterday: "That's…

Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.

From the quite enjoyable setup session before Nandini's party yesterday: "That's not a laptop! That's a cat!"

I just had a very odd dream. The first weird concept: a candy, like M&M's, whose wrapper was someone's weblog. Second: I was trying to defend to some aggressively environmentalist woman that I had brought both a plastic and a canvas bag on my shopping expedition, and said that I might have lined the canvas bag with the plastic bag in the case that I bought a liquid, such as milk or orange juice, that might spill. She told me, "I've been using the same plastic bag for thirty years. It's very sturdy. In fact, I live in it. With a friend."

The really weird part came when Leonard and I, at a theme park, were going to take part in some live-action roleplaying scenario. Instead, I made up my own adventure game, which started out as comic-book panels, but then became a terrifying game. I couldn't tell whether I was a ghost or not, and someone in the next room had died of plague, and then I had to fight with someone who had a knife and wanted to kill me. I only escaped the scenario by an act of will, by remembering that I had made up this game and that it was just a game.

I told Leonard that I had dreamt this and he nodded. I guess I've joined the club.

Oh, and I also dreamt that there were three types of bikes: human-powered, motorcycles, and motorized bicycles that ran on "bio-synthesized" fuel. As per the cyberpunk rules, there were weird, barely intuitive abrbevations for the types, e.g. "bosfo" for the latter type.

I've been wishing I had dreams as coherent and creative as the ones that Seth and Zack mention in their journals. Well, I got my wish.