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Nothing like a dream in which one writes something completely and utterly useless in MUSEcode (an all-but-extinct MU* variant one hasn't touched in over 7 years) and, sussing out the problems with the first attempt, gets it right the second time.

Yes, I dreamt I softcoded a WHOlist. (See the aforementioned 'completely and utterly useless' claim.)

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Last night I had one of those split-brain dreams that I sometimes have, in which I'm having the same experience simultaneously in two parallel and completely different ways. In one, I was going through a distorted version of my daily routine, dealing with archetypical people (the amalgamation of all my ex-girlfriends represented by one woman, all of my high school friends rolled into one, et cetera) and trying -- with difficulty -- to get things done. Simultaneously, everything I was surrounded by was represented as Python code; even myself to a degree. As I interacted with people and did my general thing, I was entering and editing this code as it executed, watching variables get exchanged and classes spawning subclasses in response to what I and other people did.

It's hard to explain. The code version of the universe was purely conceptual and non-Euclidean; it wasn't like I was sitting at a computer typing the stuff, it was more like I was just aware of the nature of things. Even more strangely, the 'me' in code-space wasn't exactly the same 'me' in the physical part of the dream; we were aware of each other, but we didn't interact. The code-me wasn't editing the world with any favoritism for the physical-me, and the physical-me wasn't going out of his/my way to make the software implementation of the world easier to code.

I guess that's what happens when you make an artist write code for a week.