Tuesday, June 07, 2022

Death probably has a Compaq luggable

I dreamed this years ago. I just found the scrap of paper today as I was unpacking the last bit of stuff for my "office."

I'm standing on the steps with Death. Black robe, hood, bony finger, but no scythe. He says, "The next time you speak to Jennifer, you must say 'pneumonia.' Remember. Pneumonia."

I'm not going to do that. It must be some killing word or something. 

He's very angry when I say no. "You must!" he says. But I refuse, to which he says, "All right. I'll just use DOS."

I mean, it could be worse. He could have been using Vista.

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