Dreams

Last night I dreamt I was playing in a LARP. (Which I haven't actually done for a while, come to think of it.) The game was entirely outside; it was too sunny to actually be MIT, so maybe it was at a more Ivyish school. Anyways. The principal mechanic in the game was to hurt people by touching them; doing so did a single hit point of damage. Oh yes, and everyone in game had exactly one HP, except for plymouth, who had two.

The campus was completely deserted. I wandered around kind of aimlessly for a while. Finally I emerged on to a quad of some form (open, sidewalks around the side, on a hill, green grass in the middle). A group of people are sitting on one side and talking. I decide to try to get in a shot against plymouth, wander around the back of the hill and try to sneak up on her. I try poking her lower leg...and she grabs my wrist between her feet, says "gotcha, you're dead", and laughs at me. I try arguing for a bit and then wander off resignedly.

The end.

Tensor product? But I...

Saw Matrix Reloaded last night, thus achieving my goal of seeing it comparatively soon but not in an insanely huge mob. I think my end conclusion is that it'd be a really good book: the action sequences were not that impressive in my mind, but it would have been nice to go back and reread some of the longish dialog sections. The infamous sex scene made an excellent time to visit the rest room.

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