Sunday, 24 April 1994
so...

it was the future, or at least some kind of parallel present...
and I was in cyberspace, no, not geeking at a terminal, but inside
the net like in a William Gibson novel...

I was navigating through western Europe, didn't yet know why, until
A HA! I was caught! "Caught you!" said these funky Chip and Dale
representations. so I ran away

and suddenly an international team of [spies? assasins? enforcers?]
was chasing me, heather, and matthew, for we had been running this
embezzlement scam across the net, and I had fucked up breaking into this
system and now we were in Trouble

so we were fleeing through this forest, and emerged into a generic
downtown-at-a-tourist-place scene, and we were trying not to look
noticeable, and of course this meant we really needed to change the
way matthew did his hair. [looking back on this it is really funny;
in my dream matthew is wearing his highlighter yellow shirt and moo-cow
pants with an orange belt, but to make him inconpicuous we needed to
change his hair.]

so we took him to some haircutting-touristy type place, as that was
the best bet for changing his hair quickly. [what they did to it was
thin and straighten it out and dye it auburn] meanwhile heather went
off, ostensibly to buy caramel apples, but to keep an eye out for the
People who were after us. she tucked her hair up under some kind of
hat.

so we took him to some haircutting-touristy type place, as that was
the best bet for changing his hair quickly. [what they did to it was
thin and straighten it out and dye it auburn] meanwhile heather went
off, ostensibly to buy caramel apples, but to keep an eye out for the
People who were after us. she tucked her hair up under some kind of
hat.

so of course someone in the hair place reported us, and we only barely
got out before being caught. it was really sunny, and we jumped into
my car and drove off into the trees. this was really weird too, because
my car was the original colour and had the original insides, something
that hasn't been true for about 11 years.

somewhere in there the Chip and Dale things come back into play, but it
was about at this point that my cat woke me up because I had overslept

Posted by dracon at 24 April 1994 17:07
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