Tim Samoff // Weblog (old)

April 29, 2005

Some of you may get this...

Last night I dreamt…

A number of people around me were using this skin-/haircare formula to cure a number of commonly known afflictions (everything from acne to dandruff) and they got me to try it — I get dandruff if I use the wrong shampoo, so I figured it woudn’t hurt. At the same time, I needed to use a computer to access the internet, but there weren’t any close by. One of my friends — a full-time user of this miracle salve — mentioned that there were a bunch of computers at the next “meeting” and suggested I come… He said that, if anything, I could get the internet access I desired.

That night we went to the meeting… The room was large and square. It was full of people, and computers lined the perimeter. I came to find out that the group who used the miracle salve was called the “Convergents.” They even had a nifty little motto:

“Not in me, but in many we are one.”

Nice. What’s that supposed to mean?

A few minutes into the meeting and I couldn’t take any more of it… They were talking about finding power in each other to overcome their problems and how people who think that they can do it on their own are fools.

All of a sudden, I couldn’t contain myself. I stood up and screamed, “This is all such crap! You are all the fools!”

The next thing I know, a number of the Convergents surrounded me and were asking how I got into the meeting.

I said, “Look, I’ve got your hair crap on me. I’m allowed here. And all I really wanted to do was use one of these computers.”

All my friend could do was stare in disbelief.

Then, a woman came over and sternly told me that I needed to leave — which, at this point, was fine with me.

When I exited the building, it was daytime. It was hot and sunny and I had to squint my eyes. To the left of the building I saw a bunch of men and women playing tackle football in a muddy field. They were caked with mud and were making no attempt at cleaning themselves off.

I walked over to one of the men who had just been tackled and I asked, “What are you all doing here?”

He looked up and smiled and replied, “Oh, well, we’re the Divergents.”

“Divergents, huh?” I asked. “And I bet you have some clever motto too?”

“Motto? No…” he trailed oiff and looked back at the field where everyone else had continued to play and get even more muddy.

I aksed, “Then what are you all about?”

“Thinking for yourself, Man,” he answered. “We’re individuals here — ain’t no one gonna make us do anything we don’t want to.”

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Well, it’s not what I was thinking, Erica. I can see where you get it, though… “Pilgrim’s Regress” is one of my brother’s favorite books (secondary to “Pilgrim’s Progress).

timsamoff () (URL) - May 01, 2005 at 07:30 am