menger sponges for john hinkley junior
Last night's dream focused on creating Menger sponges. They're cube fractals resembling a sponge, exhibiting infinite surface area and zero volume. This part I chalk up to playing too much Minecraft on my neighborhood server.
The calculations and meditations were interrupted by a brief vignette. It involved watching a Jodie Foster film and slowing it down for an unintentional downblouse scene. She was wearing a small denim jacket and nothing underneath. In the dream she had dark, almost black, nipples like a German shepherd.
Notable is the recurring setting for the scene. Route 24 is a highway near the town I grew up in New Jersey. In the dream, there is no highway but a railway heading east and west. The ride is always going from west to east, towards that town and my father's hometown. I was on a train watching television with other people who were giving directions as to how one should slow down, pan, and scan for the best view of Ms. Foster's meager rack.
The backdrop has happened in several previous dreams, now unremembered, but the motif is becoming notable like Rainy Mountain.
When I had the online journal at heptapod.org, many dreams took place in Rainy Mountain. Obviously the landscape was mountainous and precipitation was always in the forecast.
Meh, that's all.
The calculations and meditations were interrupted by a brief vignette. It involved watching a Jodie Foster film and slowing it down for an unintentional downblouse scene. She was wearing a small denim jacket and nothing underneath. In the dream she had dark, almost black, nipples like a German shepherd.
Notable is the recurring setting for the scene. Route 24 is a highway near the town I grew up in New Jersey. In the dream, there is no highway but a railway heading east and west. The ride is always going from west to east, towards that town and my father's hometown. I was on a train watching television with other people who were giving directions as to how one should slow down, pan, and scan for the best view of Ms. Foster's meager rack.
The backdrop has happened in several previous dreams, now unremembered, but the motif is becoming notable like Rainy Mountain.
When I had the online journal at heptapod.org, many dreams took place in Rainy Mountain. Obviously the landscape was mountainous and precipitation was always in the forecast.
Meh, that's all.