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[personal|publishing] Dreaming of Tor

Woke up about 4:20, which is a bit late for me by the clock, but just right given that I went to bed late, around 10:20. I had been having a rather vivid dream that started out in a restaurant or convention center, with , and a number of other Tor editors and staff. We were having a dinner, but somehow it was my job to fix Tom’s white Lamborghini. The problem with the Lambo was that plasma jets kept coming out of the road contact patch of the tires, and Tom didn’t really want it to fly.

Finally I had to give up and at ‘s urging, board a bus to go see a traditional opera. Turns out we were in some post-Communist central or eastern European country, and were heading off to a grand opera house which had been built in a cave to protect it from the Turks or the Russians or the Germans. The streets were very Second World, except for all the old American cars (as if this were Cuba).

On the bus, was handing out plastic grocery bags and condoms. It was our job, editors and writers and suchlike, to knot the condoms to the middle of the bag so they could be filled with bat guano, and thus used as props in the opera we were about to see. Much chattering speculation ensued as to the nature of these props and what they would mean, but I woke up before we were able to find out.

And people wonder where I get my ideas.

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