" X-NEWS: spcvxb talk.bizarre: 18232I Relay-Version: VMS News - V6.0 13.10.90 VAX/VMS V5.4; site spcvxb.spc.edu Y Path: spcvxb.spc.edu!njin!rutgers!apple!snorkelwacker.mit.edu!bloom-picayune.mit.edu!news  Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: another strange dream3 Message-ID: <1991Feb10.210859.29756@athena.mit.edu> ) From: rosencra@athena.mit.edu (John Buck)  Date: 10 Feb 91 21:08:59 GMT- Reply-To: rosencra@athena.mit.edu (John Buck) ) Sender: news@athena.mit.edu (News system) / Organization: Sixth Circle, Wrathful and Sullen 	 Lines: 46   A Last night I dreamt the production of Murder in the Cathedral was E still running.   Strangely enough, rather than the MIT chapel, it was D playing in St Louis Cathedral, a place I visited once for 10 minutesB four years ago.  When it came time for my final speech, I couldn'tE remember it at all.  Instead, I gave Becket's Christmas sermon again. E Somehow it made sense, and meant what my lines were supposed to mean, > not what it meant when Becket gave it.  I left the back of theF cathedral, and went up the stairs in to the belltower.  Halfway up theA stairs, I stopped off to say hi to Nigel, because her bedroom was C there.  Through her window, I could see the storm brewing.  Flopped ? across her futon, she spoke languidly.  "My brother has set the E antenna on the roof so that the first bolt will reflect down here and D kill me."  It struck me as odd she demonstrated little concern aboutA this impending disaster, as thunder rumbled in the distance.  She F offered no resistance as I carried her up the stairs to the belltower,B and left her in a nook, as I subtly readjusted the antenna with myD swiss army knife (real nerds never leave home without one) to insertE another capacitor and a JK flipflop, both of which I conveniently had C in my backpack.  I went back downstairs to await for the arrival of D her brother, after covering the now sleeping Nigel with my overcoat.F I sat in the back corner.  After the lightning flashed once, he opened the door and looked around. 5 	"She's not here," I said,  "Can I take a message?"   > 	"Who the hell are you?" he frothed, glasses falling off as he shook with rage.  ; 	"A friend of hers.  She told me what you did.  I prevented  it."= 	"You bastard," he screamed.  "You've ruined everything, even  the watermelon sherbet."  ; 	As he stepped towards me with the big knife, I took a step D back.  The second bolt of lightning struck the antenna, charging the= capacitor, triggering the flip-flop, and then discharging the @ capacitor through the sink spigot, striking Nigel's brother, and7 throwing him out the window to his death as he fried.   9 	I closed the window, walked back upstairs,  reclaimed my B parts, restored the antenna, and gently carried the still-sleepingC Nigel back down to her bed.  As I put her down, she opened her eyes 0 and kissed me deeply.  "Thanks for everything." ? 	Flabbergasted, tonguetied, I mumbled "It was nothing" and left ( the room thinking, "Now I've done it."     jb> I will never ever eat 15 donuts and drink 4 liters of Mountain Dew in one sitting again.      ps this is all true 