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So for whatever reason, I'm sharing travelling space with the Redmons and it's late and we're hunkered down in our respective beds in the hotel room and I hear murmuring like "Now?" "Yes, okay." And they start playing this word game, where one person declares the topic, and gives a clue or two and the other tries to guess what the answer is, what they have in common. Like it's one of their sleepytime/travelling rituals. Yes, very touching and sweet.

Then after a few quick rounds back and forth Phil asks if I want to play, explains the rules and away I go. "category: movie; clues: Los Angeles, 1989". I'm of course touched to be included in their personal ritual, and want to make it a good one. But they're dying, so I throw in another clue "Boiled egg". Phil leans over, across the space between the beds, and says "Rabid, the subject's supposed to be, y'know, fairly common knowledge" and I'm starting to feel like I'd fucked up, ears turning red and the whole deal.

Then Clint Howard walks in the room and perches on the kitchenette counter like some sort of balding gargoyle, wanting to play too. "Robots." And Clint pipes in with "Runn... Blade Runner!" As I'm thanking the deities du jour that my round's over and turning to the Redmons to explain/apologize, IRL my goddamned cell phone wakes me up.

So, sorry guys, even though I know it never happened. What I was thinking was that the movie Blade Runner takes place, its reality is set in 1989, and the moment after I dealt with the cell phone, I went to my copy of Androids... and lo & behold I was wrong, it was set later, in the 1990s. Sorry, imaginary Redmons, I fucked it up. But thank you for the game, I'm sure it will come in handy on road trips and other such occasions. And thank you, imaginary Clint Howard, for putting me out of my misery.

That's pretty cool. I had an SF-related dream a few months ago, and I wrote it down. It went something like this:

I'm in some hotel-type place, staying there for the night with a group of friends (they were all imaginary: no one I actually know was there). We decide to go swimming, so we go to this big indoor pool. The pool is already inhabited by a rowdy group of Australians, who ask us to join them in a game. No introductions are made, we just jump right into it. The game goes like this:

Two teams. One team forms a line with interlocking arms, and the other team is scattered willynilly throughout the region of the pool in which the game is being played. The guy on one end of the line stays in place, while the whole line marches slowly outward, causing the line to rotate like a clock hand. The point is just to trample over the other team, and the other team just tries obstinantly to not be trampled: they try to stand firm against the line, although in the end everyone gets trampled. It can also be used as an excuse to rub up against pretty girls in bathing suits, which I suspect is one of the reasons we were invited to play in the first place.

So anyway, I don't know how, but I recognized one of the Australians as Caravan Ray (I don't really know what he looks like), and he didn't know who I was. He was on the other team, and my team was having our turn being trampled. Now, for whatever reason, I decided to position myself where Caravan Ray would be trampling me, and to put up a huge fight. When the line got to me, I tackled him (underwater, so it's not like it was that bad) and broke the line. He fought back like crazy, and it just turned into a wild wrestling match, and then we started throwing (underwater) punches. Then the water in the pool somehow disappeared while we were fighting, and the punches became dangerous, and by the end of it we were both bleeding all over. The fight ended with me waking up.

I have no animosity towards Caravan Ray at all, and, in fact, the rather brutal fight was all in good fun. I somehow knew he would enjoy it, and I enjoyed it too. It was weird. And he never found out who I was.

mog wrote:The dream ended with me waking up.

Did you have an erection?

Probably. But don't think you're special, Mr. Ray, I almost always have one upon waking. Maybe something to do with the position I sleep in? TMI?

Mogosagatai wrote:That's pretty cool. I had an SF-related dream a few months ago, and I wrote it down. It went something like this:
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That was probably the most homoerotic thing I've ever read.

You've never read Lord of the Rings?