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Regrettable self-correcting dreams.
Jun. 1st, 2012 07:14 pmI fear that I may be a boring person.
1) I'm in Kyoto, and have just finished a tour of a temple that appears to have been made in Minecraft. I'm trying to figure out how to get the temple I want to go to next. I remember that my new Android phone lets you teleport, and if I can just find the temple on Google Maps, I can have it teleport directly there. My dream has a lot of branding.
But the temple I want to go to, though it appears on my paper tourist map, is apparently too minor to be on Google Maps in romaji, and the stupid stock Android ROM won't let me input Japanese characters. The best I can do is a location several blocks to the south. Darn it, Google!
It then occurs to me that if I can use the phone to teleport, I can totally just teleport straight home, without having to take the plane back. Though I'm initially pleased by this thought, I immediately wonder if Japan and the US would be okay with my circumventing immigrations like that. It then occurs to me that there's no way my teleporting phone would ever really be approved as consumer technology.
The phone doesn't actually teleport. The end.
2) I'm in Tokyo, having just checked into a backpacker's hostel for a night before I go someplace else. Jessie from Team Rocket is there, and though she is presently innocently checking her email on the lobby computer, I know that she has followed me there to steal my Pikachu, which is presently inside its Poke Ball in my purse. (It's my high school purse, presumably because that's the era in which I cared about Pokemon.)
I explain this to two swordswomen from some kind of wuxia cdrama, who are staying in the same six-person dorm room, and ask them if they'll help me keep an eye on her. They agree, but want to see the Pikachu.
Because the games never showed anything resembling a hostel, the dream's appearance is that of real life; and I realize that I can't figure out what a real-world-type Pikachu would even look like. Jessie herself is a tall Japanese lady who's dyed her hair fuchsia; it doesn't stick out right or anything. She's also dressed like someone I used to know who sometimes dyed her hair fuchsia, because I apparently couldn't picture a real-world Team Rocket uniform, either. Apparently I don't go to enough cons.
So the thing I take out of my purse is one of those water-soluble capsules with a little sponge in the shape of an animal inside it, which you give to kids to play in the bathtub. Closest real-world analogue to a Poke Ball my brain could produce, apparently. The wuxia ladies are disappointed.
This same unnecessary fidelity to realism is probably why James wasn't there; it clearly wasn't a co-ed dorm. SURELY JAMES CAN WORK AROUND THAT.
1) I'm in Kyoto, and have just finished a tour of a temple that appears to have been made in Minecraft. I'm trying to figure out how to get the temple I want to go to next. I remember that my new Android phone lets you teleport, and if I can just find the temple on Google Maps, I can have it teleport directly there. My dream has a lot of branding.
But the temple I want to go to, though it appears on my paper tourist map, is apparently too minor to be on Google Maps in romaji, and the stupid stock Android ROM won't let me input Japanese characters. The best I can do is a location several blocks to the south. Darn it, Google!
It then occurs to me that if I can use the phone to teleport, I can totally just teleport straight home, without having to take the plane back. Though I'm initially pleased by this thought, I immediately wonder if Japan and the US would be okay with my circumventing immigrations like that. It then occurs to me that there's no way my teleporting phone would ever really be approved as consumer technology.
The phone doesn't actually teleport. The end.
2) I'm in Tokyo, having just checked into a backpacker's hostel for a night before I go someplace else. Jessie from Team Rocket is there, and though she is presently innocently checking her email on the lobby computer, I know that she has followed me there to steal my Pikachu, which is presently inside its Poke Ball in my purse. (It's my high school purse, presumably because that's the era in which I cared about Pokemon.)
I explain this to two swordswomen from some kind of wuxia cdrama, who are staying in the same six-person dorm room, and ask them if they'll help me keep an eye on her. They agree, but want to see the Pikachu.
Because the games never showed anything resembling a hostel, the dream's appearance is that of real life; and I realize that I can't figure out what a real-world-type Pikachu would even look like. Jessie herself is a tall Japanese lady who's dyed her hair fuchsia; it doesn't stick out right or anything. She's also dressed like someone I used to know who sometimes dyed her hair fuchsia, because I apparently couldn't picture a real-world Team Rocket uniform, either. Apparently I don't go to enough cons.
So the thing I take out of my purse is one of those water-soluble capsules with a little sponge in the shape of an animal inside it, which you give to kids to play in the bathtub. Closest real-world analogue to a Poke Ball my brain could produce, apparently. The wuxia ladies are disappointed.
This same unnecessary fidelity to realism is probably why James wasn't there; it clearly wasn't a co-ed dorm. SURELY JAMES CAN WORK AROUND THAT.
