I was seated at a round table, in a rather dim room. there was a light over the table, hanging form the ceiling. at the table with me were cynsa and mo. cynsa said to me, wouldn't it be neat, if the way [some unremembered work problem solution] it could be extended, was to have the numbers be fully imaginary? that would be so fucking cool. mo was not impressed. I could tell where cynsa was coming from, and understood her fascination, or rather the reason behind it, her lack of understanding of higher math and why someone missing that knowledge would be think that the attribute of coolness would belong to inmaginary numbers. it was spoken like a true science fiction fan.

I tried to think of a way to explain, and started out saying I studied imanginary numbers in college... and then I paused, thinking, this is not the correct terminology. I looked at mo, and just as I was about to corrrect myself and say it, she said, complex analysis. I went on to explain that no matter how you extend the numberline, you do not hit imaginary numbers.

I got up becuase I had a phone call. I went to the front of the house, and was wearing an earbug with a handsfree mike. it was heather on the phone and she needed my attention. meanwhile matt g was trying to talk to me about a problem we were working on (it's unclear whether it was the same problem cynsa was on about; I don't think so). I tried to direct my words to heather down and into the mike, which was hanging below my mouth. but then heather couldn't hear me, but if I raised my voice, matt thought I was trying to talk to him.

this went on for a while and I was very frustrated. I stood in the passthrough, leaning on the ledge, with the phone and talking to matt. he finally realized I was on the phone, and wasn't very pleased.

then I woke up.