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.