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digitaldiscipline
digitaldiscipline... but I ended up in the same dream three different times last night, interrupted by five-minute wakefulness breaks brought on by some hotdogs that were apparently off, and had no intention of remaining in my GI tract.
That bit of unpleasantness notwithstanding...
I was apparently back to college-age or shortly thereafter, and enrolled in some ROTC-equivalent program on my not-Earth planet. The campus was an amalgamation of my college, Coruscant, and some of the slightly-less crowded urban landscapes of sci-fi genre fiction - lots of raised walkways, hovercars, and metal, though still a fair bit of buff concrete and blue sky.
The scene, however, was barely-organized chaos, as my entire (unit? battalion? what's the military term for a couple of hundred troops?) was being gathered together at our apartment/barracks for emergency training and deployment. (More on this in a minute.)
I was, much like my first years at college, dropped off by my parents in their 1989 Grand Caravan, replete with faux wood paneling. My apartment was oddly furnished, with no bed but a twin sized mattress, a collection of nested, curved rectangular glass bowls that were big enough to roast a chicken or hold two years' worth of magazines (they were more like living room art than cookware, a translucent dark blue shot through with cream and amber swirls), and a huge, trapezoidal, half-sunken bathtub curtained off on three sides in a bathroom that was twice the size of the galley kitchen it opened off of. Why so much attention to the bathroom? That's my body's way of saying, "Dude, you really need to wake up and pee."
But, back to the chaos - and my realization that I'm running into folks from college, Convergence, and former jobs - which is all engendered by the dominant visual covering a large swathe of the aforementioned cloudless sky: a big fucking explosion.
But it's not just *any* big fucking explosion. It was this iconic big fucking explosion. And that was *my* side. So it was an all-hands oh-shit planet-wide muster to deal with it.
Apparently, I dream that I'm a non-cloned Stormtrooper. I thought I'd be a little short for it.
That bit of unpleasantness notwithstanding...
I was apparently back to college-age or shortly thereafter, and enrolled in some ROTC-equivalent program on my not-Earth planet. The campus was an amalgamation of my college, Coruscant, and some of the slightly-less crowded urban landscapes of sci-fi genre fiction - lots of raised walkways, hovercars, and metal, though still a fair bit of buff concrete and blue sky.
The scene, however, was barely-organized chaos, as my entire (unit? battalion? what's the military term for a couple of hundred troops?) was being gathered together at our apartment/barracks for emergency training and deployment. (More on this in a minute.)
I was, much like my first years at college, dropped off by my parents in their 1989 Grand Caravan, replete with faux wood paneling. My apartment was oddly furnished, with no bed but a twin sized mattress, a collection of nested, curved rectangular glass bowls that were big enough to roast a chicken or hold two years' worth of magazines (they were more like living room art than cookware, a translucent dark blue shot through with cream and amber swirls), and a huge, trapezoidal, half-sunken bathtub curtained off on three sides in a bathroom that was twice the size of the galley kitchen it opened off of. Why so much attention to the bathroom? That's my body's way of saying, "Dude, you really need to wake up and pee."
But, back to the chaos - and my realization that I'm running into folks from college, Convergence, and former jobs - which is all engendered by the dominant visual covering a large swathe of the aforementioned cloudless sky: a big fucking explosion.
But it's not just *any* big fucking explosion. It was this iconic big fucking explosion. And that was *my* side. So it was an all-hands oh-shit planet-wide muster to deal with it.
Apparently, I dream that I'm a non-cloned Stormtrooper. I thought I'd be a little short for it.
