Digital Cog

Bizarre dream

Had this bizarre dream last night:
Was high up in a mountain in Afganistan. So high up in fact that I could look down and see much of the curve of the earth and a clear distinction between the Earth’s atmosphere and space. (Love how stuff that looks awesome but is physically impossible can happen in dreams). I had been sent there as part of the Japanese envoy to central Asia. There had been talk of the “opening up” of the country and the privatisation of the local television service. While waiting to meet the local elders I mentioned causally to the man behind me that I was against the privatisation as the rights to the service would inevitably be bought up by a rent seeking private monopolist who would then charge the locals an absurd fee for a lesser service.

The man behind me announced that as a student of the right he could not but wholly endorse this privatisation as a step forward for the area and that as leader of the Swedish delegation, he would be arguing in favor of the privatisation with the village elders. I said that in this case a private monopoly would result in less real wealth being created but he became furious and said he couldn’t accept that.

Aside: Many many years beforehand there had been a great evil lord that attempted to overrun Europe with armies of demons. He was known as the “Doomking” wielder of the mighty Doomsword. He was assassinated while leading his army south but legend has it that his young son, who would’ve been but ten years old, escaped the assassination and disappeared into the night. He took the Doomsword with him and it was said that some day he would return to reclaim Europe. This was known as “The legend of the Doomprince.”

Later that day myself and the young Swedish man were admiring a statue when we were approached by a group of locals. They asked us to swear by the statue that we would do what was right for Afganistan. I drew my sword, a silvery, thin blade that could be split into two separate swords upon need, stabbed it into the ground and swore that I would do what was best for the country. The Swedish man drew a massive black blade, barely smaller than Cloud’s buster sword, and swore the same. They then asked us to swear that we would not advocate privatisation of the local service. I promptly pledged again, but the Swedish man refused. At that moment an older man, probably in his sixties, walked out of the shadows towards us. It seemed he was the father of the Swedish delegate. His son threw him over the black sword. As he caught it and continued to advance forward he announced, “I am the Doomprince, wielder of the Doomsword and heir to my fathers legacy!”

I split my sword into the two separate blades and prepared to fight this demon lord and his son, the endorser of disastrous economic policies! Unfortunately I woke up at this point.

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