I meant three.

*sigh*

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Strange dream last night. I dream I was in this large room with four tables forming a rectangle in the middle and there were another couple tables beyond.

There was this absolutely brilliant man talking about some heavily technological concept and how it related to writing. He had long blonde hair and I really, really liked him. (Not like that.) He was brilliant. We were in a class. There was also this woman (I think...) there with hair shaved close to her head and she was utterly brilliant as well. There was some sort of technological information going on there, too. And there were all these other people whom I thought were great. And Cory Doctorow was there. And Mr. Anthropology was there.

I'd like my subconscious to know that I have bloody well moved on from Mr. Anthropology and he can stop appearing in dreams every so often. Okay? Not going back to anthro. I'm a writer.

Anyway, we were in this class, but it was obviously technologically oriented somehow, but there was something about writing... (It all comes down to writing with me.) It had the feeling of one of those dreams, but I don't get what I was doing in a technological class.