Nefarious manufacturing
June 30th, 2005 by Adrian Sampson
Somehow, I agree to a date with Nissa. I am nervous and pessimistic in a way, but I am cautiously enthusiastic also because, as I tell myself, Nissa is pretty neat. We agree on 10:00 in the morning of the next day somewhere along Madison Avenue.
I decide that I will go to sleep early so that I can awake in time. This doesn’t work out (as is typical): I read or work or putter about until the wee hours and wake up at “22:30″, which I know is actually equivalent to “2:30 PM”. I am awoken by a small child, who is staying at our house, who is prowling about my room with my SLR (which is safely stowed in my closet) taking pictures of me sleeping. He is free to do this because my room was spick-and-span (it is _astonishingly_ cluttered at the moment with Rotary Auction purchases — I can only sleep on a little corner of my bed). I don’t want to give away that I am awake, so I give him a few weird sleeping poses for him to capture.
He stays and takes a whole bunch of pictures, so I eventually have to give away my wakefulness. I give him a jokingly hard time about his taking pictures of me while I slept, and he goes away. It’s at this time that I realize that it’s “22:30″.
A large number of people begin to show up to my house and enter my room, which is quickly set up as a factory for useless, decorative clay bricks with designs printed into them. It becomes and enormous warehouse with huge, inexplicable machines. There is something nefarious going on (very complex, I’ve forgotten it). I know most of the people there, including Nissa. Most of the rest of my dream is spent working up the courage to go up to her and apologize. I never actually get around to it.
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brick factory guilt love nissa time