reprage

This post deviates from the general theme of 3D printing and software curiosities. It is ‘ancient’ history from an old travel blog I was writing while traveling around Australia.

A photo of the moon rising over the Kalgoorlie post and telegraph office.

Man, I have been having weird dreams lately. Hmm, actually that is a bit misleading. That would imply that I have ‘normal’ dreams; I however, don’t seem to have ‘normal’ dreams. It is either the weird arse distorted dream channel or no dream at all. I don’t seem to cover your middle ground common dreams, you know the sort of stuff: flying, going to school in your pyjamas – I have never had those.

No, one of the weirder dreams recently is all the Anti-Clinton’s fault. As it is largely inspired by an episode of the television show Flight of the Conchords , that the Anti-Clinton got for me on DVD (an awesome show by the way, go watch it now. This can wait). Anyways, in this dream David Bowie (1980’s era Bowie ) is after me; chasing me. It takes some time, but it finally dawns on me: ‘Huh, why am I running from David Bowie? So he has different coloured eyes? That is not exactly your scariest calibre of monster.’ So I stop,

‘Hey Bowie, why are you chasing me?’

Now this is where the Bowie monster goes up a few notches on the scary scale. He doesn’t speak back, he thinks back, the Bowie monster is packing telepathy – I could be in trouble here. So anyway, he thinks to me:

‘I need to kill you, I need your soul’.

It is at this point I decide that running was in fact the best course of action and I take off again. But the Bowie monster doesn’t yell; he just thinks really loudly back after me

‘STOP! I need your soul for my painting.’

I turn and look back, the Bowie monster is holding a paintbrush in one hand, pointing with the other to a star in Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night . Before I can get away; the Bowie monster reaches out with his paint brush, dips it into my head as if it were liquid…

Pleasant dreams everyone.