RAAAAAAAAAARGH

I am mollycoddling Flashget through the final megabytes of OpenSuSE 11.1!!!!

WHY WHY WHY DOES IT KEEP HITTING DISK ERRORS? THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY DISK! NOTHING! NO, IT’S NOT AIDS!

I mean, I need to keep watching the speed meter and hitting pause and start whenever it drops to zero. It takes two seconds to go to 816kb/s and another two seconds to drop back.

I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT WHEN I DO THE MD5 CHECKSUM IT WILL NOT MATCH.

Then I have to download another 4.22 GB.

I swear, maybe they do it purposely so that you have to BUY the Linux DVDs.

Dream log

Time travel! Only not really. And whenever you get time travel you get the Doctor.

Basically it opens somewhere like a hawker center, and the monster of the week is some mind-swapper thing that leaves its victims green all over. Oh yeah, just remembered the dream before that, which features another recurring place, which is a sheltered carpark in Bukit Batok that basically is on ground level but then slopes to end at a dead end (You can still see the very wide entrance from the dead end.) All dreams with that don’t really do anything, but this time I had the privilege of finding out that the cabinet below my grandmother’s sink contained a set of rungs which led down to a dank tunnel, which then led to this very carpark. Astonishing. Considering that my grandmother actually lives on the third floor and the dream makes no mention of that.

Well anyway. I’m telling the Doctor not to wear blue pants because I’ve already been through the whole shtick two times, and I know perfectly well what’s going to go down, and if I could change even an inch of it then the butterfly effect (or some approximation of it) should take over and make this a seperate history so I can’t cause paradox by telling him what happened (I didn’t come up with this in the dream, but it’s a reasonable explanation). He looks pointedly up, I follow his gaze, and we see some sort of time mirage with him wearing khaki pants and a brown overcoat, clinging happily on to the side of a cable-car esque tram in the air, on a cable. Well so I basically say whatever and tell him not to get on that tram thing.

Then some girl runs up (I have a strong suspicion of who it is, but I can’t believe she wormed into my subconscious) and does a familiarity bit with everyone, hugging and shit. She wasn’t in the previous travels. I strongly suspect it’s time correcting itself. I try to chase her and tell her the plan, but she just somehow manages to avoid me and just goes running – with this stupidly big camping pack of stuff on her back! – running down the streets. Left with no choice I hop on a passing ground tram and go after her.

Well, big mistake, because apparently clinging to the side of a GROUND tram is bad enough. I get several close scrapes with all manner of vehicles, shop windows, pedestrians, and all the while my traitorous feet are threatening to touch the rushing ground beneath and knock me off. The tram never stops, but I somehow recognize that I’ve reached my stop and vault off, getting a slightly sprained left leg along the way. It’s an MRT station. Well I get up there, track the body that the mindswapper was using (which unsurprisingly happens to be there) and also track the girl down.

I also notice Matthew there, which is odd because I swear he wasn’t part of the little ragtag team down at the hawker center. He is wearing a baseball cap.

The Doctor arrives on the side of the air tram, which kind of IS the MRT, just as I’ve seen two times before, and I positively explode in fury, beating my fists on the pavement. People stare. He apologetically explains that it was the only kind of transportation he got because he forgot to check the ground tram. Never mind that he probably could sonic it, my dream didn’t have enough quota left over for the tool.

The amount of deja vu you experience in double dosage is unbearable. Even in dreams.

Well, we get into the air tram/MRT and I find that there’s some sort of sorting system going on – when we enter, there’s panels of big rectangular buttons to the left and right in the carriage. People are just punching them, and on the other side another panel lights up, showing things like A1, B4, etc. Not grades, but apparently positions. So people get themselves sorted out into the various spots in the really cramped compartment. I found this interesting.

I would not relate the actual thing I was trying to change, because it is already muddled and incoherent, being a dream-memory that doesn’t actually happen in the dream, because I woke up after the MRT. All I can remember is that it involved a lot of stairway chases and Run Away! Run Away!s.