[…] One of those dreams was amazing. I was
a man whom I observed in the second person (I could see myself act). I looked like Niles Crane. The exact
procedures have escaped me by now, but I appeared to be a scientist whose career had
completely dried up by a serious nervous breakdown. Then I find a ‘thing’ in
the ground, a beautiful but strange metal apparatus, and I walk around with it,
marvelling and examining the item.
Inside the silky, shiny, silvery exterior, that looked
like being made from a tuba horn, were hidden, like in a Swiss army knife, all kinds
of other mysterious instruments, some recognisable and mundane, others that hinted at some
supernatural background or mysterious religious practices. When I begin to realise the scientific importance of
the thing, I go frantic and start running like a madman over the university
grounds looking for my desk – to investigate the object. I punch people that stand in my way in the mouth, make
death threats, huff & puff (see Stan Laurel with his whip in Chumps at Oxford) and, in a loud booming voice, demand my desk back!
This thing was going to be ground-breaking!
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