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For the lack of a fellow dreamer sharing her/his memories, I shall post another nocturnal episode of my mental répertoire.
I dreamed last night that I was in 17th Century Britain, Isaac Newton was explaining his Laws of Motion when I dropped a rod of metal (about a meter in length); it flew across the room and penetrated the wall coming to rest against a metal substratum. This seemed strange to me because the room, and the house in its entirety, was a typical half-timbered Elizabethan building of wattle and daub. This javelin effect occurred with a clanking sound that startled Sir Isaac as well as your narrator. We looked at each other for a moment, then he asked, "What caused that?" I was about to explain the discoveries that came after him regarding wave theory of Hertz and electro-magnetism of James Clark Maxwell, when I saw that the whole world of the dream was changing into a never-ending loop (a möbius continuüm, if ya' know what I mean) from which I had to extricate myself tout de suite, or I'd be lost there forever. How I knew that is unclear, it was just a feelin'. I ran out the window, (yeah, I know, ya' can't run out such things, but what the hell, it was a dream) and I awoke right then.
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