Basically the entirety of this dream consisted of Nathan Fillian, Felicia Day, and a handful of other awesome people that probably included Neil Patrick Harris, David Tennant and Will Wheaton hanging out with me. I cannot recall much more than that we had a jolly good time chatting about the latest nerd topics and playing practical jokes on each other.
For instance, while giving them all a bit of a tour of my Campus, which for some reason included a Batman memorial, I arranged for my friends to make a weeping angel statue follow the group around. The joke broke down a bit when Fillian noticed it and started taking silly pictures with the angel.
When the fun was over, I began the arduous journey of waking up on a Sunday morning. My brain decided that I should hallucinate a "coffee gauge". I had a horizontal bar just on the edge of my peripheral vision with a little coffee mug next to it. As I fought harder to wake myself up, the gauge went higher, flashing the percentage of caffeine deficiency I had reached.
I finally snapped out of it, not because cybernetic readout displays like that do not exist, but because I had remembered that I don't drink coffee, so I never would have gotten such an implant.
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