.. I have dreams ...
I think I had a nightmare about the Last Equation last night.
I know that I was trapped in a series of dreams composed of numbers and angles. There were no non-mathematical concepts; only relationships indicated by numbers. If people were, say, in the same numbered division of soldiers or workers, there was no way to tell them apart. They were 12th division and that was the end of it.
And everything was fragmentary; the numerical confusion was only compounded by a fractured, angular perception of everything I looked at. Picture the compound vision of a fly, but break it into shifting uneven components. Make sure that the angles are all acute, creating a perception of movement even when still.
I wasn't totally asleep, either, as noises came in and out. The sound of the house creaking and Jill snoring just slightly became the creaking of a rope but I could not tear myself free of the numbers to see what was hanging in the rope. (But in a dream-state like that, in the middle of the night, you know.) I couldn't wake all the way up either; I got a drink of water, then went back to the numbers and angles.
There was no monster. My perception was just alien. It was one of the more unsettling dreams/experiences I can recall.
I know that I was trapped in a series of dreams composed of numbers and angles. There were no non-mathematical concepts; only relationships indicated by numbers. If people were, say, in the same numbered division of soldiers or workers, there was no way to tell them apart. They were 12th division and that was the end of it.
And everything was fragmentary; the numerical confusion was only compounded by a fractured, angular perception of everything I looked at. Picture the compound vision of a fly, but break it into shifting uneven components. Make sure that the angles are all acute, creating a perception of movement even when still.
I wasn't totally asleep, either, as noises came in and out. The sound of the house creaking and Jill snoring just slightly became the creaking of a rope but I could not tear myself free of the numbers to see what was hanging in the rope. (But in a dream-state like that, in the middle of the night, you know.) I couldn't wake all the way up either; I got a drink of water, then went back to the numbers and angles.
There was no monster. My perception was just alien. It was one of the more unsettling dreams/experiences I can recall.