…but I was wrong. Today I was telling Karen and Alex that I had a really strange dream that I had read some graffiti on a wall and I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote it down. I forgot all about it until the afternoon when we were in the office, and I was curious what i actually wrote. Alex said he heard somewhere that people can't actually read in their dreams, but they only think they do, and then we were trying to figure out if there is an actual difference between the two. So I was really curious if what I wrote was actually words that made sense, or just babble.
When i got home and looked at the paper it said: "usho gandesha asho gundecha."
Well that answers -- hold on!! That’s not the paper I wrote on last night! That’s the name of the guy that owns the hotel. (I wrote down his name a while back because he had the bellhop call me up and invite me to his daughter's wedding reception which is another strange story.) When the person cleaned my room they must have moved the papers around. There it is, underneath the guy's name.
This is what I wrote in the middle of the night, what I remember being written on a wall in my dream:
"Under pursuit it can be understood that I am a dangerous learner.
6th June, 2006
Mark Fink"
what the...?
oh, I almost forgot -- on the wall in my dream this was written upside down, like this (from flip via reddit):
ɹǝuɹɐǝl snoɹǝƃuɐp ɐ ɯɐ ı ʇɐɥʇ pooʇsɹǝpun ǝq uɐɔ ʇı ʇınsɹnd ɹǝpun
I have no idea if Mark is a dangerous learner, under pursuit or otherwise, but I do know on that particular day I went to a metal show with Priya and Rick.
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shit dog, that is weird
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