The dream I woke from this morning was unusual for me. Wasn't good, wasn't bad, but not one I feel the need to repeat.

It had Cory Doctorow being possessed by the newly minted ghost of Hunter S. Thompson, who proceeded to stream-of-conciousness reminisce about hanging out with Salvidor Dali and Andy Warhol.

That was a weird brain state to be in when snapping awake.

I have no idea whether Thompson ever actually did hang out with Dali and/or Warhol, as I bounced off of everything I tried to read that he wrote, but they all do seem to be of the same type, people with the ability to make the people around them confuse insufferably with insight, and celebrity with ability.