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dream.20130623: for a desk

by Rob Friesel

You’re moving in with a different roommate. (College roommate? Are you in college? This looks like your old college campus.) The room is in disarray, but that’s to be expected as he makes room for you. You’re moving in not because the campus housing authorities have told you to, but because… the two of you […]

dream.20130514: keys

by Rob Friesel

The whole gang is making an exit from the office — en masse, all at once, a big crowd of them wandering the labyrinthine halls. (Though somehow the office has no roof? or is already outside?) You find yourself smack in the middle of the throng, taking in the small talk, which mostly revolves around […]

dream.20130507: shots fired

by Rob Friesel

You duck and the bullets whizz overhead. Where are they coming from? Another shot rings out. This one hits someone behind you. You watch his body twist and go down. Another shot. Another crumpled body. Everyone is scurrying right now. Through the parking lot (parking lot?) — zig-zagging between cars and trying to duck into […]

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 […]