I woke up from an odd dream. In the dream, I was in the living room using my computer, and my wife was in the kitchen. She was asking me to bring her a Pepsi1, despite her being the one in the kitchen.
I sat there and enumerated all the different ways she could be using Perl to get the Pepsis out of the fridge, and I was being serious about it too. In this dream world, drink $_ foreach (@{$fridge->{PEPSIS}}) was a reality!
Possibly related to us discussing naming a future daughter Perl the night before.
1. Not that we have or drink any, but this is how dreams go.
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Re: This could be considered poetry of the subconscious (TMTOWTDI).
by raybies (Chaplain) on Oct 12, 2011 at 12:21 UTC | |
by anneli (Pilgrim) on Oct 13, 2011 at 11:49 UTC |