Not a drop to drink

The skies grayed. The clouds tumbled. The rain fell. I set out a glass on a wood table. None of the water fell in the glass. I awoke with a terrible thirst.

Terminators and Anthropology

My girlfriend and I were running through a dystopian landscape. There was a weird fountain and staircase. Apparently we were fighting terminators with our anthropology professor. We were all a part of the resistance. They were all run by the Gladiator system which was taken down. Its a kind of information web so they are all current on the situation. There was no news that they were going to switch over and we wouldn't need to change into a new chassis. It seems the plan was to hide in giant two story megaterminators.

Ding

I did register training at work and all I heard in my sleep was pennies rustling and the keys beeping.