Snippets of things I'd never seen before...

All of the dreams are different realities, again. Every transition a sense like following several different roads of potential, at once. Hard to explain

A nose bleed, a white wash cloth, and my scrubbing the blood off of the wash cloth, so that it wouldn't be used against me.

A cop in a ramshackle area of of a town, looking for his daughter, in a hostage situation. The area of town looked like what i've seen and heard of Hong Kong, and the building in question is under construction, with plastic sheeting over doors, and uncertain boards and footing. Frantic.

Back in the house from the bloody nose and washcloth incident, and there are wild boars in the house, rooting around, looking for things. The place is a combination of my mother's place, and my Aunt Ella's, and I get on top of the furniture, to avoid being gored by the boars. The become more docile and kitten-like, the more time the spend in the house, and ‏ealise that they just want to go outside. I get down, slowly, gently, and let them go out. One runs away, inside the house, and I have to gently herd it back to where it's supposed to be, and lead it out the door...

I'm wandering around, inside the house, thinking about the piggy incident, and there is a song, stuck in my head; something by KMFDM, called "A New/-nother Theory [of the Truth]," and there was a new version of Throwing Muses' "Snakeface," playing somewhere in the kitchen. I go into the kitchen thinking about who I'd never heard that intro to the song, before, and seen sandwich components (lettuce, onion slices, green and red peppers, and so on), all along the counter. I know that my grandmother was standing there, eating them, and I start to make a sandwich, while considering which of these bits has been touched by the boars. While I do this, I notice that I can't touch the green peppers. In the act of touching them, for cutting and eating, I change them, and they mature, quite a bit, and become Red Peppers. This is disturbing.

I woke up trying to make myself remember all the components of all the dreams, but it wasn't happening. I could only remember chunks and snippets, and I'm still forgetting something from when I was in that half-conscious state...

David Bowie - [Telling Lies]--- The back of my tongue tastes like cherry cough syrup flavouring, and like I ate a hamburger before I went to bed, and it feels like spring outside and in my right sinus cavity.

Morning, everyone. How are you, today?

Today.

Today was in the mid-high sixties, and it was very awesome. Many of my friends are in classes of people I know and many of my friends are Teaching people I know. The longer I stay in academia, the more that will happen.

Class was good, though I'm a little rusty at monitoring my assumptions. Also at remembering faces in crowds.

Pretty good day, all told.

Hanging out with bakeneko, in a little bit, and pyro_angel, later than that.

Looks to be a good night, all in all.

Bio-Engineering.

This is awesome. It's also an hour. From the page:

'Biological engineering does not have to be confined to the laboratories of high-end industry laboratories. Rather, it is desirable to ... all » foster a more open culture of biological technology. This talk is an effort to do so; it aims to equip you with basic practical knowledge of biological engineering.

'Genetic engineering is now a thirty year old technology. For reference, over a similar period of time, modern computing machines went from exclusive objects used to design weapons of mass destruction, to the now ubiquitous panoply of personal computing devices that support mass communication and construction. Inspired by this and many other past examples of the overwhelmingly constructive uses of technology by individuals, we have been working over the past five years to develop new tools that will help to make biology easy to engineer. We have also been working to foster a constructive culture of future biological technologists, who can reliably and responsibly conceive, develop, and deliver biological technologies that solve local problems.'

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