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Dreams I’ve had; unedited but (for better or worse) not always fully remembered.

dream.20130308: no fingers

by Rob Friesel

Somehow you have managed to cut off all of your fingers with a laser. You haven’t lost the fingers because they are still inside of the Stormtrooper gloves that you’re wearing. So to the untrained eye, it looks like you still have all of your fingers (“…just fine, thank you very much”) but they’re just […]

dream.20130305: like magic

by Rob Friesel

“I am shopping for a linear model,” you ask. And indeed you are shopping for equations and statistical models. The shop is dark and over-crowded with esoteric artifacts. In the center of the room, the hideously androgynous shopkeeper (wispy tufts of white hair, green skin, a crooked nose, and pinhole eyes hiding behind thick glasses) […]

dream.20130222: interview

by Rob Friesel

Work has overflowed and has become like an overcrowded refugee camp inside of an old container ship. Like something out of a William Gibson novel, or part of The Raft from Snow Crash. The offices may still remain, but you don’t know. You have literally been moved onto an old container ship where you are […]

dream.20130212: R REPL

by Rob Friesel

You are trapped inside a hollow sphere. A fluorescent glowing white all around you. Except for dashes of color and black smudges. Not smudges. Text. Everywhere you turn, an R REPL follows you. And it vomits a never-ending cascade of commands. A convoluted combination of sapply and gsub. svd. plot. table and summary. plot, plot. […]

dream.20130126: in the caves

by Rob Friesel

She returns unexpectedly. Unannounced. She is laden with some package, something wrapped and concealed. A burden. She has been gone for years — almost as long as you have lived here — and not a word from her in all that time. Your son, who was just a baby when you all found the caves […]

dream.20121106: hot air

by Rob Friesel

You’re in a field. There is a hot air balloon overhead. A bright red hot air balloon. A thick rope dangles down from the balloon. That is your voting booth. You grab the rope and start to climb. You pull yourself up, hand over hand. It is a struggle. The balloon is so high. A […]

dream.20121105: live fire exercise

by Rob Friesel

You are in the midst of some kind of military-esque training exercise. A dark house with many rooms. Close-quarters urban combat and all that. Only not really military? You’re wearing civilian clothes; clandestine operations? CIA? some other secret agency? The pistol is real enough, but it’s loaded with sugar cubes. They sting like hell when […]