[this post has been partially damaged during a server failure on Sunday 11th July 2004, and it has been possible to recover only a part of it]
[further fragments of this post were recovered on 13 October 2018]
Last night’s dream was somewhat wierd. Like so many of mine:
I’m travelling by train with Claire. We’re going to meet a guy who’s going to give us (plus some other folks we know) a desirable-sounding job. Upon getting there, we find that the other people starting work for him include Alec, Bryn, Liz, and some other folks. Our boss is a tech-geek-guru in a wheelchair. His computer is powered by the kinetic energy of people moving around the room, which is cool and enviromentally friendly, I guess, but what happens if everybody stands still? Does he have UPS?
Anyway, we begin our on-the-job training. This involves rowing a one-man dinghy accross the office (one side of which is half-filled with water – why it doesn’t flood into the other half I don’t know) to answer one of about twenty phones which are arranged in a crescent shape on a curved shelf at the other side. These phones are old, bakelite, traditional phones (a …