Glieuaeiel's DJ

Legitimate Theft

A high school friend of mine is running around the house, but he's not supposed to be here. I chase him outside and confront him on the driveway. He's holding a roll of Smarties, and he's already opened it to start eating. Those were my family's Smarties. I'm just so confused as to why he'd do something like that. I try to communicate to him that if he asks nicely, we'd be happy to give him the Smarties--but that it's really not okay to steal them. He agrees. I tell him that he can keep the Smarties this time, but he can never, ever take anything from my family's house again. He agrees again, but then he confidently asks if he can just tell me something.

Uh oh . . . maybe he knows something that I don't. Indeed, he continues on to inform me that he already sent an email to my mom, to explain that he would be coming by today to steal some Smarties. He sent this yesterday, so she had plenty of warning. Hmmm. His use of the word "steal" in that email is strange, but if he got permission from Mom, I guess he didn't do anything wrong. Looks like I've just made a fool out of myself by lecturing him so much. I try to save what little face I can, keeping my confident tone of voice while I back away and admit that this was "my bad," and that everything he did was perfectly legitimate.

Chess and Orchestra

Five or six of us are outside, playing a chess game together. One of my friends from high school moves a knight into the middle of the board. As I look around to see what that move did, I realize that he's successfully blocking almost everyone else's pieces. That was a really good move. It's basically a foregone conclusion that he's going to win.

After the game, I walk back to my room. On the way, I notice a lot of people I know are wearing orchestra jackets and walking in the opposite direction. Shoot, I forgot about the orchestra concert tonight! I dash back to my room and try to dress for the concert as quickly as possible. I have trouble finding my dress pants. My roommate is there working, and he asks me what I'm doing. I tell him that the back-to-school concert is tonight, since it's the end of the first week back. He says no, the concert's at the end of the second week. After a moment, I decide he's right. What a relief.

Garden Path

The Dragon walks along a garden path. There's a wall covered in ivy, and a foot-wide dirt track leading up to it. His wife is dead: apparently she committed suicide by slitting her own throat. But she positioned her body in such a way that he wouldn't realize she was dead until he was close enough to the wound that when he did see it, it would be traumatic. She was evil, you see.

Housemates

I and a bunch of my housemates from school are living together in a big house. Right now, we're playing a game. But I want to take a shower, so I go upstairs and get in. But the stall is really, really cramped: it's just a little triangle in the corner of a room, and the ceiling is low. I have trouble finding enough space to bring my arm from below my waist to above it.

Later, one of my housemates' friends is in the house talking with me. He mentions sigmoid curves, so I show him my laptop's wallpaper, which I think is a cool example of the artistic use of those curves. "Oh yeah?" he replies. He shows me a graphic he's been working on with 3D rendering software. There's a sigmoid curve floating in the middle of a big rectangular room. There are spotlights all over the walls, directing beams of light at the curve. Clearly this project is an exercise in realistic lighting, because the reflections on the curve look really good.

Math Aerobics

On the third floor, there's a math aerobics class. On each count, you switch between an aerobic move and a math-related move. There's also a class being taught by Professor S, and I'm not sure which class I should be attending. Then I get stuck on the other side of the door. In order to get back to class, I'll have to walk all the way down to the ground floor and find another way back up. I don't remember how I got to the third floor in the first place, so this could be difficult. I just walk around for a while, letting my thoughts wander. Eventually I realize that I'm sitting in a chair, sipping a drink. That must mean I've arrived, since otherwise I'd still be looking. I stand up and look for the classroom door.