This morning, I was able to remember a short snippet of a dream from Wednesday night. The content is almost inexplicable; I forgot to post about it until now.
I was in Prof. Maxwell’s office, I guess for a meeting about robotics. I was looking at all of his diplomas, and they all said “Bruce A. Maxwell”… except for one. His high school diploma said “Allen Brewster Maxwell, Jr.”. When I asked him about it, he said that that would have been his name, if it weren’t for his grandmother.
Then I woke up.
Care to explain?
“Independance Day” from Thornhill by Moxy Früvous
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