So I just woke up from this dream where I had to go with some old family friends on an emergency trip to Washington, D.C..
We were all totally standing around in a subway station overlooking the Mall, the day after we arrived, and I was furiously typing on my laptop trying to get hold of nounbeast so I could say, “Hey, guess where I am!” Even thought we only had until that evening until we flew out, and I knew she was very far away and I had no hope of seeing her.
So I dragged Mat off to do shopping in the Lincoln Memorial, instead — after almost dropping my laptop’s screen in the fountain, and dodging all the locals in white hot pants and gold Lamé bikinis — and my last thought before I woke up was:
“Amazing, this whole place looks exactly like pre-war Fallout 3!”