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I'm back in NoHo. My travels were interesting, and I shall perhaps write an entry on them, but not at this particular moment.
Instead, I shall provide you with a brief account of a complicated dream:
We were racing cell phones. On model trains. There weren't nearly as many tracks as trains, and the rules seemed about like those for pod racing (in that there weren't many at all, although I believe you could only disable your oponents' trains in certain specific manners, given that trains are rather more easily destructed than pod racers). I won. One might say I cheated, since the cell phone left the train after the engine became disabled, but there weren't rules against it . . . There also weren't any rules about my dad helping to speed things along.
That's really all I remember.
Instead, I shall provide you with a brief account of a complicated dream:
We were racing cell phones. On model trains. There weren't nearly as many tracks as trains, and the rules seemed about like those for pod racing (in that there weren't many at all, although I believe you could only disable your oponents' trains in certain specific manners, given that trains are rather more easily destructed than pod racers). I won. One might say I cheated, since the cell phone left the train after the engine became disabled, but there weren't rules against it . . . There also weren't any rules about my dad helping to speed things along.
That's really all I remember.