October 9th, 2003

gravity, surreal

crazy dreams.

Okay. crazy head.

While I was dreaming, it picked the subject of nuclear bombs exploding in post offices, which may or may not have had an EMP associated with them. And they weren't very destructive nukes. Oh yeah, and I don't think there was an EMP, because I found out by reading one of the webpages I read on a regular bit, and one had gone off in Rockridge when I was in Downtown Berkeley, and I was of course on my laptop.

I guess that's what I get for reading The Postman, by David Brin, right before bed.
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