Last night, I had a #weirdDream about a new product announced at NAMM, called the Absorbian. It was basically this dense, compact cube that had two handles you pulled apart, and it expanded into about a 8x8x8 block that completely absorbed any sound around it. Perfect for recording clean vocals in a busy industrial wearhouse, but small enough when folded that you could easily carry it in a purse. It was hollow in the middle, so you put whatever you wanted isolated inside the cube once expanded.
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I was apparently arrested at age 20 for committing arson, killing 8 out of 10 people in a building. It was ruled self-defense, as I was escaping a horrible situation.
I was apparently traumatized by this whole deal, and had to live in a group home, where I met a girl who also murdered in self-defense.
Things were going well.
Just as we were really starting to get to know each other, I woke up, and the dog was frantically barking about something, so I guess I'll never know how things turned out.
It seems I was in a place where I couldn't be with @MoonCat due to some regime, so we could only meet in secret, I couldn't even walk with her anywhere or the government would find out.
The only way I knew where she was in the room with loads of other people was if she played a certain song through loud headphones and acted obliviously. I wasn't allowed to use my cane to navigate so I just wove my way through people and left through a set of double doors at the right-hand side of the room.
Once we got down the long hallway and turned a corner, she could take my hand and we could talk.
apparently there were no cameras there or something.
#WeirdDream
The only way I knew where she was in the room with loads of other people was if she played a certain song through loud headphones and acted obliviously. I wasn't allowed to use my cane to navigate so I just wove my way through people and left through a set of double doors at the right-hand side of the room.
Once we got down the long hallway and turned a corner, she could take my hand and we could talk.
apparently there were no cameras there or something.
#WeirdDream
We're a bunch of NVDA fanboys. What should we call ourselves?
Hey, I know.... How about NVDA Invokers.
No, that sounds kind of pretentious. Maybe we can shorten it to NVD Oakers.
Nah, that's too much like mediocre.
@MoonCat keeps a basket with candles and wax melts in the corner of our staircase. I don't usually think about it but this time, I was drawn to a few small bottles sitting on top of the basket.
I picked one up, started climbing the stairs and found myself in the same house, but I knew it was different immediately.
The treads felt different.
It didn't smell like home.
It felt empty.
The number of stairs wasn't right.
I climbed to the top, the bedrooms were empty but clean, and the bathroom was warm, so I took a bath... I'm usually a shower person. No idea why, at that particular moment.
After the bath I went back down, found more bottles, so I picked up a different one and ended up somewhere else.
This time there were people in the house, teenage students apparently.
they were of course confused as to how I got there and why I was in their house.
I thought trying to explain that it was also my house would be a bit weird, so again another bottle.
This time it was almost home, there were similar feelings to the place, but the kids in the second bedroom weren't my two, and the newel posts had different caps on the top.
They didn't seem particularly surprised to see me when I put my head around the door and said 'Hello.'
Last bottle, and I ended up back home.
What a #WeirdDream indeed.
Dear Diary, or whatever passes for it these days:
I'm currently sitting in a park. It's a lovely spring day, with a gentle breeze. The birds are chirping, the air smells clean, and there are some kids playing. It's peaceful. Perhaps it's too peaceful.
I feel like I'm supposed to disturb that peace, perhaps by blowing something up, or setting the grass on fire. I feel like, if I don't do this, everything will remain unbalanced.
Is this normal?
Written by me on this very keyboard in a #WeirdDream
For some reason, Steve Jobs decided to travel back to the year 1982 and unvail the iPhone at a New York Yankees game, which I was at with my grandfather somehow. Never mind that he hated the yankees, this was two years before I was born, and I don't care about baseball.
Anyway, while we were there, I met this very northern British bloke who asked me if I knew someone called Kara Cogent, a blind woman who would open a sports club in about 43 years. I told him that I did, and I was so shocked about the entire thing that I sat up in my bed, waking up in a dorm room where @KaraLG84 was sleeping. So then I had to explain the whole thing to her and how weird it was.
I bought a rat for $20, named Wally, who somehow ended up as a successful stock broker, and appeared on a 90's-era sitcom playing the piano. He could only play one note at a time, but he had his own theme song
#WeirdDream
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