In California, dreams come with mouseover
Aug. 14th, 2012 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceNo, it 's true. Sort of.
I dreamed that I had been Tuckerised, maybe, in a cartoon strip in the New Statesman. It was an auditorium, where a person was giving a lecture or a reading or whatever: and it was soooo boring, by the time he'd finished everybody had left, and the auditorium was strewn with their detritus. But because they were English, the detritus was picnic-hampers and tablecloths and ice-buckets [I think this was the joke] - and clearly emblazoned on one hamper was the name Brenchley. And we couldn't figure out - in the dream - whether this was because I was being deliberately Tuckerised, or whether my name was just so emblematically English it would naturally be used in such a context and everyone would understand why. The names of the cartoonists were not quite familiar, though I wondered if I might have come across one of them in a fannish context. Then someone pointed out that if you scratched the page beside my name, more text appeared, just like a physical iteration of mouseover. So we did that, and it was either random scribblings or very clever code, and we hadn't managed to figure out which before I woke. Sigh.
I dreamed that I had been Tuckerised, maybe, in a cartoon strip in the New Statesman. It was an auditorium, where a person was giving a lecture or a reading or whatever: and it was soooo boring, by the time he'd finished everybody had left, and the auditorium was strewn with their detritus. But because they were English, the detritus was picnic-hampers and tablecloths and ice-buckets [I think this was the joke] - and clearly emblazoned on one hamper was the name Brenchley. And we couldn't figure out - in the dream - whether this was because I was being deliberately Tuckerised, or whether my name was just so emblematically English it would naturally be used in such a context and everyone would understand why. The names of the cartoonists were not quite familiar, though I wondered if I might have come across one of them in a fannish context. Then someone pointed out that if you scratched the page beside my name, more text appeared, just like a physical iteration of mouseover. So we did that, and it was either random scribblings or very clever code, and we hadn't managed to figure out which before I woke. Sigh.