Saturday, March 28, 2009 |
07:12 - Dreams suck
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Okay, while we're on the subject of recurring college dreams...
Last night I was at some kind of formal party where my meager accomplishments were cast in shadow by those of some of my long-time rivals (I have no idea who they were in retrospect, but I think my brain made up some composites out of my high school nerd club posse). One in particular, now a tall, dark-haired, debonair character in a tuxedo, was thrilling the crowd surrounding him with a tale of the chemical compounds he created as an undergrad. (Legitimate ones, I mean. Like as part of a thesis.) He even had some kind of a projector set up to show on the wall one example that was the one with the longest formula he was able to create before the semester ended:
Al2O4Mg2(H2S4Ga2N7Cl4)4K4Si4BeMgFe2F4C6H10
...Or something like that. Completely ridiculous, I knew even within the dream. And yet he was telling everyone how he'd made it, step by step. I felt I'd be able to remember it all after I woke up, if only I could make out what he was saying; but it was all muffled ever so slightly by crowd noise and droning background music:
"It's just your basic aluminum dioxide, except then you just [mumble mumble] and add some [mumble] and titrate it until you've got [mumble] acid..."
"...And then I returned it to the bath of [mumble] at [mumble] degrees under the fume hood and slowly dissolved [mumble] into it until the concentration was [mumble]..."
Clearly my brain knew how to make this stuff; it just wasn't willing to tell me.
Aaargh!
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