robot ninja children built by geeks

Last night’s dream was long and dramatic epic for such confusing complexity that although it all made sense at the time I cannot quite reconstruct it now. It was obviously a consequence of two hours sleep the night before, a thrilling weekend with Ailsa and some inevitable plagarism from the films I saw that night (Legally Blonde and Gladiator, if you must know) It was also notable for having a strong emotional content to it, charging the action with importance and significance.

In no particular order it featured:

  • a time travelling theatrical spectacle that would provide cover for some sinister plot
  • politcal intrigue as a Thatcher-like figure was arranging the unfolding events to advance her career
  • inexplicably speedy communication with benign aliens some 40 light years away
  • a folding yellow bi-plane, swing from ropes due to be dematerialised with time-travelling technology carrying away a blonde haired young woman
  • some tai chi from me naturally
  • robot ninja children built by geeks, on our side to win time before the aliens arrived
  • a cliffhanger in a spacious modern mall like builing as I swung someone unpleasant over a high balcony.. I was in a good mood so I didn’t drop them

And partly as a result of my bedtime blockbuster I was tired all day and had some micronaps that made no sense at all.

– shot a colleague in the foot to make a point
– led a horse up the stairs at Brixton Academy
– a duck was above a hedgehog on a double decker child’s slide

go figure

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Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs
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