I had a good reason for one today, though. Eight-a.m. Autocad lab means I get up, eat breakfast, and start off the day staring at a computer screen for a solid hour. Ah the joys of being an engineering major.
'Course, I register for next semester this afternoon after my next class, so after that class I was going to take a second look at my class lineup and make sure I could just drop in numbers and move on, which meant more staring at a computer. But after a half hour of that I came down with the itchy-eye disease and decided to take a nap until ten-thirty to get over it. That, however, lengthened itself to noon, with intermittent micro-wake-ups, and was finally ended by a lovely brownout session that caused the air unit (which had been a nice droning hum before) to shut down and rumble back to life about a dozen and a half times, and that was enough to get my lazy butt out of bed.
That last bit of nap was weird, though. I dreamed (which is odd enough in the first place) that I was someone else again, and I think my brain decided to fuze together elements from the latest Gunnerkrigg Court strip and Lady Gaga ("Bad Romance" most likely) with a longstanding love I've had with mystery novels.
And I think I may be bringing back Nicholas Flaherty. Fudge.
I HAVE OTHER PROJECTS I'M STILL PUTTING OFF WHY THESE THINGS
Anyway, the main thing that struck me is that the character I was had (like Flaherty) an ability to see beyond normal vision, although his is more a duality of vision instead of Flaherty's Sight, which can take him backwards and forwards as well as remain in the present. This person was unable to maneuver through time like that, but was able to get clues about it in the form of really bizarre imagery metaphors on the other side.
The other item that's sticking in my head was towards the end there was some really strange situation surrounding a major music event—a multi-artist collaboration featuring a female pop-dance artist predominantly on the chorus of a song which I think was called "Think Tank", and involved said artist dressed in full-body fluorescent-orange latex and a gas mask while performing her choreography from a position restrained (wrists and ankles in heavy locks) to a gurney-like table.
And then later on some pyrotechnics to the tune of multiple Matrix-like body cables leaping out of the liquid under the gurney (while the room was emptied of people and the person whose eyes I was borrowing was in it along with some staff) and shooting a storm of sparks at the light fixtures hanging in the center of the room. And then a double-vision variant that was just . . . weird.
Ugh. I don't need this. =P
