in which my brain produces the best dream ever
It starts off with a spaceship, and a group of people I am going into space with. There are acceleration couches, and in addition to being on the couches, which are on the floor for some reason, we are supposed to attach ourselves to the floor with electrical tape so we won't float around too much when we get to the zero-g part. I struggle with the electrical tape, because despite having no clue what's going on because I'm just dreaming this, I am in charge and have to run around making sure everything else is okay first.
We blast off. There is a ton of continuous acceleration, and some idle corner of my brain is impressed that I can generate such convincing acceleration in a dream. That's kind of awesome. There's a display overhead showing how long we've been taking off for; we accelerate for several minutes, by the timer. And then, like on an airplane, at some point it just stops and we coast. I know that, if we're leaving the earth, we should be accelerating for a much longer time than this. Something must be wrong. I suspect sabotage, and shout something to that effect. I get up (despite some small amount of continuing acceleration that makes it hard to walk) and go look for someone who might be to blame.
I accost one of my colleagues on the ship, who's also walking around and therefore suspicious. She says no, she knows we've had our philosophical disagreements, but she didn't sabotage the mission - there is common ground between us. She starts playing the video we have prepared to show at our destination - a beautifully animated thing with a voiceover about energy - I think we worship energy - how it could be the energy that binds the electron to the proton, or the energy in our connections to each other, or the energy some people call the divine. And she focuses more on one aspect of energy, and I focus more on another, but it's all the same: we can work together here. It becomes clear that "mission" was a double entendre and we are INTERSTELLAR UNIVERSALIST PHYSICS MISSIONARIES. Going to spread our knowledge of the the loving and energetic universe (with, perhaps, more science fiction words I can't quite remember) to the stars.
That's totally what I want to be when I grow up. Thank you brain.
(I never did figure out, though, if we were sabotaged or not. Maybe it just felt like less acceleration as we clawed our way out of the earth's gravity well? But it still should have taken a lot longer to get that far...)
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We blast off. There is a ton of continuous acceleration, and some idle corner of my brain is impressed that I can generate such convincing acceleration in a dream. That's kind of awesome. There's a display overhead showing how long we've been taking off for; we accelerate for several minutes, by the timer. And then, like on an airplane, at some point it just stops and we coast. I know that, if we're leaving the earth, we should be accelerating for a much longer time than this. Something must be wrong. I suspect sabotage, and shout something to that effect. I get up (despite some small amount of continuing acceleration that makes it hard to walk) and go look for someone who might be to blame.
I accost one of my colleagues on the ship, who's also walking around and therefore suspicious. She says no, she knows we've had our philosophical disagreements, but she didn't sabotage the mission - there is common ground between us. She starts playing the video we have prepared to show at our destination - a beautifully animated thing with a voiceover about energy - I think we worship energy - how it could be the energy that binds the electron to the proton, or the energy in our connections to each other, or the energy some people call the divine. And she focuses more on one aspect of energy, and I focus more on another, but it's all the same: we can work together here. It becomes clear that "mission" was a double entendre and we are INTERSTELLAR UNIVERSALIST PHYSICS MISSIONARIES. Going to spread our knowledge of the the loving and energetic universe (with, perhaps, more science fiction words I can't quite remember) to the stars.
That's totally what I want to be when I grow up. Thank you brain.
(I never did figure out, though, if we were sabotaged or not. Maybe it just felt like less acceleration as we clawed our way out of the earth's gravity well? But it still should have taken a lot longer to get that far...)
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