I have a server rack in my bedroom at home (which this website is hosted on!) that unfortunately will often cause the room to turn into an easy-bake oven when I close the door to sleep at night.
Because of this, I often have very strange fever dreams from the heat. The following (which may turn into a multi-part series on this blog?) is what I wrote down after awaking from one of those dreams:
In the dream, I was living in Russia for some reason. I’m not sure why, as I don’t suppose I’d ever consider moving there, but that’s how it was.
So, I was in Russia in my house with this other person, and there’s a news reporting that there’s this weird military dude running around murdering gamers, targeting them specifically. For some reason, I’m using an old 1980s Nortel brick phone with the big lead-acid battery hanging off of it, and I get this weird sixth sense feeling that it’s about to explode.
So, me and the person I’m with sit the phone down on the table and go hide in the bathroom, and sure enough, it goes kabloom. The big, heavy battery goes flying towards us when this happens.
The weird psycho military guy busts down the door and he spots the person I’m with, but he doesn’t know I’m there, so I grab the battery pack off the ground and chuck it right at him, and it hits him in the head and knocks him out.
I said, “all of those times I used to play baseball with my granddad as a kid really paid off.” Then, I woke up.