dream dream dream
So I was assembling a telescope kit, and there were all these odd parts that I couldn't figure out. Where the hell is the statue of the drunken scotsman supposed to go, and how does it help to sharpen the image?
Later I was lying down in a grassy field listening to the faint sounds of a dozen grandfather clocks ticking beneath the ground. Apparently 200+ years ago, some ingenious rebels had rigged them up as part of an intricate steampunk-style defense system - british troop movements would be detected, the clocks would track their speed somehow, and tree-mounted cannon and muskets would rain hot lead death down on them. The clocks were self-winding, using the tidal forces from the moons gravity. On a quiet, still day, if you lie down in just the right spot you could still hear them ticking away.