I had the most vivid dream last night.
I was Michael Douglas. I was about to leave for work in my suit and tie and my car wouldn’t start. Dead battery. damn. So I stepped out of my house and started a long journey to the train station - in the snow.
I must have power walked because I made it halfway across Fort Worth to the Trinity Rail Station in about five minutes. Once on the train, I somehow stumbled into the middle of a mission involving a handful of international spies. They successfully completed their mission (what it actually was is somewhat hazy to me now) and recognized me, asking me to join their group, naturally, because I was Michael Douglas.
So I reluctantly joined the crew and did several missions with them but during each task we completed, members of the group were being picked off one by one. No one ever saw any of them get taken out until it was too late.
This continued until it was just me and the second best spy (I was number one). We were in the middle of catching “The Big Boss” when the other guy discovered that I was the one killing everyone off. I was close enough to reach around his neck and break it and left his body, limp in the snow and walked off, never looking back. I made a phone call and said “It’s done.”
I had the whole thing planned from the very beginning.
saving this article to read later. looks like a good article on Objective-C Memory Management
a coworker sent me this footage of the demolition of dallas reunion arena. crazy!