Sunday, April 24, 2005

A Dangerous Dream

Had an odd dream last night.
I was working as a technical consultant or contractor at some job. The building was located in the 40s, west of sixth or seventh, in one of those older office buildings that house a mixture of design and consulting firms, as well as the occasional sweatshop (this is the Fashion district).

For some reason, someone on an internet list I belong to in real life sent me a little "joke"...it was a formula for making what I thought was a tiny explosive out of household chemicals. So I set about pouring blue cleaning fluids into plastic tubes, adding Ajax, wires, timer, a switch and a battery.

As I was putting it together Keanu Reeves (who worked at the firm but was nonetheless an actor) dropped by my office to ask me a question. He actually caught me at a bad moment because right before he arrived I realized that the sender of the recipe hadn't really imagined that I would actually use it...what I had was an amount of explosive that could easily take out the entire building. So I was getting a little panicky and told Keanu Reeves to hold on for a moment.

Right at that time two of the Umour Ritual Specialists (URS and Kanduco) dropped by to hang out, so I told introduced them to KR (who was named Dave Corbus in my dream, the name of a Jazz Guitarist friend of mine in college). I told KR/DC that these were my old friends and that they should talk until I was done. Oddly, my real brother's ex-wife was there all of a sudden as well.

Retreating into a back room I started hurriedly dumping out the fluids and carefully pulling wires, lest the thing go off. While doing this some of the fluids were spilling onto my shirt thereby increasing the hazard. In fact, when I looked at what I had done I could clearly see that had I added one more wire and completed the recipe, it would have gone off.