Let me apologize for the lack of posting today. I was hoping to get something going when I got up, but having been on the road six hours a day for the last three days I’m whipped. I always have odd dreams when I’m this exhausted. Last night I dreamt that I had a time machine and traveled 1000 years into the future.
There I found a society that was much like our own, save for the way they spoke about their calendars. Evidently the citizens of this society had become so spooked by millennial anxiety in the run up to the year 3,000 that their government stopped counting years numerically (2910, 2911) and gave them names instead.
Only the names made no sense, they were based on random objects and odd turns of phrase: “Two Thousand and Road Salt” or “Two Thousand and Makin’ Bank.” To be a history teacher in this time was to be a purveyor of surreal nonsense.
I tend not to like these glimpses into my subconscious as they remind me of what a weirdo I am. I can’t wait until I’m caught up on sleep.