[Phieta]

So I just woke up from a dream (not even an hour after going to bed, sheesh) and wanna share it while it's fresh on my mind.

I was visiting the east coast for some reason, and decided to look Cspace up. I had his phone number in my cell somehow and gave him a call. We met at some cafe in a quiet part of some downtown, and took a table on the sidewalk, though I can't recall actually being served, rather we used the table solely as a meeting place. I don't remember what we talked about, part of it was reminiscing, and part of it was discussing the future of CurvedSpace/SeeD/DoA/etc. Something called for a celebration and we decided to drink. Absinthe, with all of the associated paraphernalia... except that instead of a bottle of absinthe, we had one of those boxed pouches of Mountain Dew syrup (you know, like they'd hook up to a soda fountain). I woke up when I drank it so I dunno what else went on.

Cspace's real-life identity remains a secret. You know how sometimes people in your dreams won't even have a face? Well, fortunately, he had one, but I can't for the life of me remember it, nor the sound of his voice.

Anyway I think this dream in some way is a prediction of the future.

Annnnnd back to bed

[x..]

Cspace's face, found buried under a long forgotten city somewhere in Mexico:

[Jake]

Pretty sure this one is Cspace.





How do you go from Absinthe to Mountain Dew syrup?

[Phieta]

I am disappointed that Cspace has not commented on this.

Is it because I still all-but-refuse to call him Desperado?

Sad face