So, Sunday, I decided to do something completely out of character–I took a nap.
My wife took one look at my cranky-pants self after church and said, “You need a Nap for Jesus.”
Which is a polite way of saying, “Jesus, Harold…take a nap!”
Anyway, my bizarro dream went like this:
[Interior. Lab environment. Soft lighting, muted hum of machinery]
Serge: Hello, Harold. I’m Sergey Brin. This is Larry Page. You might know us…we founded Google.
Harold: Umm….Hi.
Serge: So, we’ve been studying this Twitter phenomenon for quite a few years now. What do you think of Twitter?
Harold: Oh, I like it.
Larry: Hmm…interesting.
[Harold notices he’s reclined on a couch, his brain wired up to some sort of halo device]
Harold: Are you READING MY THOUGHTS?
Serge: Possibly. So, Harold, tell us how your mother laughs.
Harold: What? NO!
Serge: Nevermind…this one’s uninteresting. Send him back to his bed.
[White light. Fade to black]
* * *
And, then I woke up. In my bed. :-)
Yeah, between too much House, and too much tech stuff…maybe I’m getting paranoid.
Still….FREAKY!
(Yes, I get the irony of writing this on blogger, an entity wholly controlled by Google)