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I'm on my lunch break, wandering through city streets lined with small shops. I think it is part of My City, but that's mostly because the color scheme is the same, brushed steel and cobalt blue and pale concrete. I stop in at a beauty salon, hoping to get my eyebrows waxed. The salon is full. I wait in line behind a man in a cryptic coat. When I finally reach the receptionist, she tells me it will be twenty minutes. I look at the clock. At this moment, I have a Great And Powerful Cosmic Insight about The Nature of Beauty and Divinity, which has equations in it. Then, I realize that there is no way I can wait that long and still get back to work on time. I decide to go home instead, and meditate on said Cosmic Insight.

At this point, there is a split in narrative, and the visual style switches to something like unto a comic book. There are frames. In one, the man in the cryptic coat has also left the salon, and is walking home. He is thinking about me. He knows I have the equations. He thinks that his coat has something to do with it (Incidentally, I know that it is a cryptic coat because that's what he says, "It must have been brought on by my cryptic coat" -- the words appear in a thought bubble above his head). He also thinks I thought he was hot. This alarms him.

In the other frame, I drive home, which surprisingly actually turns out to be EHQ.

druidevo is there, talking to

kittenpants about druidry. I run into my room. There is a book on the bed titled "Gorilla Eroica". I misread it as "Gorilla Erotica", and have a WTF? moment, during which I lose the Cosmic Insight. Cursing ensues.

In the first frame, the man in the cryptic coat is worried.

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It is what it is. I harbor a secret, non-pagan-popular theory that dreams are generally just expenditures of excess charge that has accumulated in the neurons, and don't "mean" anything at all. But then, they say I'm a post-modernist.

I also harbor the theory that dreams are the most important mental function we possess and that they are a direct link to the realms of the gods and all knowledge. But then, they say I'm a crazy person.

I flow between these two theories, and all points in between, at need and at will. But then, they say I'm a magician.

;)