blood and cisco

dream: I’m walking down a pathway, busy thinking

about something or other, barely noticing that my nose is bleeding,

and making lines on my pants. Hang on. I’m on camp. I don’t have any

other pants. Well, the pattern it’s making almost looks bearable –

maybe I’ll manage.

Later, I’m walking outside somewhere, chatting to some friends when

I notice some Cisco switches embedded in the cliff-face next to

me. That old 2916 we had sitting around at work, for instance. What’s

going on?