In a dream just now, I learned that the quote “NEVAAAR! SISKO SISKO SISKO SISKO!” is actually an amalgamation from two different coin-operated golf games from the 1960s.
I really can’t get enough of this cliffhanger.
This is the kind of situation I’m always afraid I’ll find myself in if I don’t pay attention. This is what my nightmares are like. His look at the end, there — that self-realization. On top of the confused, not altogether intentional comedy there’s a layer of existential terror. I remember a discussion with my phenomenology professor at Orono, where she described her fear of railings, lest she happen to fling herself over them. Not that she wanted to; that was the point!
It’s not exactly the same, but when I was maybe six I dreamed that my older sister and I were walking along a ledge above a deep chasm, and I knew that if she kept telling jokes we’d fall. I tried to tell her that, but she, well, laughed it off. And we fell, and I died. That lacks the crucial lack of self possession on my part, but the logic is similarly surreal.
I keep hearing that, for some reason, you can’t die in dreams. I wonder who made up that rule, because I’ve been dying since I was little. Usually with a loud crunch, and a sharp pain, and darkness. Then things move on…
Last night I dreamed about washing my socks.
It was really complicated.
“Government scientists developed a drug named Rygar” — conspiracy nut, about a supposed anti-errection product in the water supply.
To: Tim Rogers
In a dream I just had, you suggested that OutRun should have strikers in it (as in a fighting game) and that they should be cars full of old people, as a symbol of the speed of aging.
Just thought you should know.