|Accidentally rediscovered in an old chat log: Armageddon.
||[Mar. 4th, 2009|11:07 am]
last night I dreamed it was the end of the world|
the military had built a machine which created a condition which would eventually collapse to a quantum singularity (faster if they turned it off, so that wasn't an option).
at first I went, "the mathematics doesn't work that way! quantum singularities are failures in the theory! you can't just make one!"
then I went, "but no mathematicians are coming on the radio to reassure people it's all OK. wait, what if it isn't?"
plus Michael Buerk was flirting with a french female newsreader he had always secretly fancied, and when the professionalism of a man like Michael Buerk crumbles you know things have gone wrong
(she was gorgeous, by the way. I didn't blame him at all.)
then I got very sad because of all the people I loved, but would not have time to reach in order to say goodbye.
then I went, "no, the mathematics really don't make sense. this must be a dream. if I were asleep I would be in this position ... [lay down] and the covers would be up to my neck, so if I wriggle they'll slip, I will cool off and wake up [did this]."
I didn't in fact wake up, I merely entered another dream where I was in bed, but at least it proved the universe wasn't going to end
the weirdest thing was, although I was very conscious of the dream's unrealistic parts, it was the most vivid dream I have had in months, perhaps years. I needed to wake up to prove it was a dream.