SANS hander's diary of dreams

[hirez]

Friday night I was subjected to a particularly widescreen and technicolour dream about hacking into the control-path of a Lovecraftian Servitor. (Or some other huge shadowy thing with a voice o' doom)

It was one of those experiences when you wake up, go 'what the fuck' and then fall asleep right back into the thing where you left off.

It's still with me. I'm still reasonably jangled by the thing.

The control path itself looked like it was some protocol for tunnelling nasty things over an arbitrary air-gap. A rectangular tube of blue smoke (a lot like the forcefields in Lynch's Dune) extended itself out across the countryside to the low frequency tune of an art-deco dynamo hall. Once that connection was established, three-dimensional blue neon runes begin streaming back and forth with a noise akin to the reanimated corpse of Nikolai Tesla fronting a Pan-Sonic gig.

I mean, I don't mind dreaming demonic comms protocols (much). It's just slightly disturbing when they're that comprehensive.

Comments

[spride.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, by the time it's been implemented by each vendor and the Open Source infants, between Diffie-Hellman group mismatch and disagreements between A and B ends over the precise realms of soul to be captured, it'll never work reliably.

[mr-tom.livejournal.com]

demonic comms protocols

Presumably they're instantiated with some sort of tentacle-shake.

Thank you, here all week etc etc.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

I spent all last week having super-vivid dreams. I can tell you all about the catering arrangements on a fictional (and very ill-conceived) airliner, and also how to get off it during landing by stepping off the back of the tail.

Donna reports the same. Well, not the airliner or the damnation-over-ip business, but the dreams. I think it's something to do with this year's strain of cold.

How have you been fixed for sneeziness ?

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Aha. Yes. Low-level snotting which seemed to peak Friday/Saturday.

I look forward to hallucinating Simple Shoggoth Control Protocol sometime soon.