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chasing after wind
I suppose it's fairly safe to start reading my flist again. *looks askance.* So yes, I've been making like that DNC commercial with the ostrich, so what? As the Philosopher says (and we all ought to have learned last week anyway)
"Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, /
or curse the rich in your bedroom, /
because a bird of the air may carry your words, /
and a bird on the wing may report what you say."
Anyway, today I had a dream where I noticed that the librarian was in fact drifting about several inches above the floor; she actually was fastened to the hard substrate by a fleshy pedicle, and I ran out of the library screaming, "They're brachiopod people! They're brachiopod people!"
True story. Although brachiopod people, however creepy I find the idea of a fleshy pedicle on principle, aren't really that scary, since all brachiopods are harmless filter feeders. You know what would be scary? Bryozoan people. Bryozoa are predatory colonial animals. In chilostomes, the most advanced group, individual zooids live in little square boxes with doors, like cubicles, connected together by an internal network for communication and transfer of nutrients. When prey approaches, the zooids evert and inflate their lophophore and use it to grab prey.
So imagine walking through the office, past row after row of cubicles. As you go by, the occupants of the cubicles pop out, and it must just have been too much coffee, but it almost seems like the cubicle walls pulse as they come out, like a single coordinated heartbeat. But it was your imagination; they're perfectly friendly people; they wave and say hello and try to shake hands or offer you file folders. If you're unwary enough to actually let them them get their grips on you, though, you're trapped; the person-shaped end of the creature suddenly deflates like a balloon, still gripping you too tightly to let go, and as it is sucked back into the cubicle it turns itself inside out, and it engulfs you and carries you back toward the mouth, where you will be trapped in the fluid-filled compartment and be slowly digested over a thousand years.
Yes, I was reading my paleontology book in bed again. *sigh*.
"Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, /
or curse the rich in your bedroom, /
because a bird of the air may carry your words, /
and a bird on the wing may report what you say."
Anyway, today I had a dream where I noticed that the librarian was in fact drifting about several inches above the floor; she actually was fastened to the hard substrate by a fleshy pedicle, and I ran out of the library screaming, "They're brachiopod people! They're brachiopod people!"
True story. Although brachiopod people, however creepy I find the idea of a fleshy pedicle on principle, aren't really that scary, since all brachiopods are harmless filter feeders. You know what would be scary? Bryozoan people. Bryozoa are predatory colonial animals. In chilostomes, the most advanced group, individual zooids live in little square boxes with doors, like cubicles, connected together by an internal network for communication and transfer of nutrients. When prey approaches, the zooids evert and inflate their lophophore and use it to grab prey.
So imagine walking through the office, past row after row of cubicles. As you go by, the occupants of the cubicles pop out, and it must just have been too much coffee, but it almost seems like the cubicle walls pulse as they come out, like a single coordinated heartbeat. But it was your imagination; they're perfectly friendly people; they wave and say hello and try to shake hands or offer you file folders. If you're unwary enough to actually let them them get their grips on you, though, you're trapped; the person-shaped end of the creature suddenly deflates like a balloon, still gripping you too tightly to let go, and as it is sucked back into the cubicle it turns itself inside out, and it engulfs you and carries you back toward the mouth, where you will be trapped in the fluid-filled compartment and be slowly digested over a thousand years.
Yes, I was reading my paleontology book in bed again. *sigh*.
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I like yours better.
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Although on Tuesday night I dreamed Florida went Kerry. That was nice.
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(I'm wondering how that comment actually got through. I tried it like 3 or 4 times, getting the "read-only" message each time.)