Dreams...

I don't dream, or if I do I don't remember (I probably remember one dream per year, has this got something to do with me not being able to remember my childhood? Am I seriously lacking in the memory department or gifted in the mundane life department? Now you know why I blog! For every interesting moment there are a million not worth remembering, and for every interesting dream likewise perhaps): Becky had a dream last night which I thought I'd record, because someone should base a novel or a film on it! She dreamt that (I hope I tell it right) a group of mysterious and armed men (were they mere mortals?) were forcing their way into peoples homes, and as one would keep the occupant(s) restrained, the others would examine the house and try to establish whether the occupant(s) led a happy and valued life. They did this by rooting through personal effects- by reading letters, cards and by looking at photo's and such. And if they decided that this house was a happy one, they left; if they decided the house wasn't a happy one, they shot and killed the occupants. Becky said they said to her, laughing, "You're OK". Except she wasn't playing herself in the dream, she was somebody else. I said it was black couch time to Becky, and joked with her that she was either unhappy and/or not loved, or she felt that way.
Ho-hum.
Read in the Times today (left behind on the train) that short-sighted computer users who use a computer for long periods (yes and yes to those points) may have a high risk of developing glaucoma. There's an article here about it. Good news all around. But we didn't opt out of the "Little House on the prairie" world in favour of this one, did we? I know I'd be living in that little house like a shot if I could. Sentimentality for something you've never had, where did I just read about that?
That so-called solution to the problem with my FM2 assignment was nothing of the sort, and I've got polynomials to deal with now in the Networks class, can I get off at the next stop please?
I just remembered (and laughed) at an absurdly funny bit from "Breakfast of champions" which I'll finish on: Here's how us earthlings were able to conquer a planet of the shazz-butter eaters:

"So the earthlings infiltrated [their] ad agencies, and they buggered the statistics in the ads. They made the average for everything so high that everybody on the planet felt inferior to the majority in every respect. And then the armored earthling space ships appered...only token resistance was offered here and there, because the natives felt so below average".