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i'm way smarter when i'm asleep


so the other night [thursday, i think, although it's not really important], i had a very weird dream about traveling for work. it started off that i was supposed to go with a coworker to bonn, germany.

i mean, it looks pretty, but i never thought about it
i have no idea why, since nothing in my work involves germany at all and i really haven't thought about bonn since the early 90s. people paid attention to it then, because it was the capital of west germany, but after reunification, the germans decided to move the state capital back to where it had always been before the whole break-up. since then, no one talks about bonn anymore and the city is apparently retaliating by running tourism spots in my head.

of course, it wasn't very successful, because in the dream, although we appeared to make it, we ended up somehow just having to go right back again because we'd missed the correct flight and arrived too late to bother going to our meetings. in my dreams, the airport in bonn is a lot like all the other airports i've visited, which goes to show that i'm not that imaginative, even when my subconscious has free reign.

yup, it's an airport
the next part of the dream involved me getting rerouted to a business conference in santiago, chile. because as long as we're dreaming about places i don't think about, we might as well throw in one that's  on the other side of the world from the place where i think i am.

on the way to santiago, our plane runs into some minor trouble because there is smoke and ash in the air, coming from a newly active volcano on the northern tip of antarctica, close to argentina. now, upon waking and trying to explain this all very hurriedly to dom, i realised a couple of things:

1. the tip of south america is actually chilean territory and not argentinian.

2. flying to santiago chile from bonn germany by way of the southern extremity of south america is really inefficient.

3. antarctica is not known for its volcanoes.

smoke on the water
but i did some checking on line and it turns out that, while the first two facts are incontrovertible, apparently the third isn't quite. because it turns out that, on the very northern tip of antarctica, reaching out towards the tierra del fuego to the north, there is an island called paulet island, which is made up primarily of cooled lava and which appears to be a volcano, inactive for roughly the last thousand years. there is also deception island, in the same area, which forms a caldera, or basin-like depression caused by the collapse of land following a volcano eruption. there's also bridgeman island, connected to a much older and long-dormant volcano, which even provides natural volcanic hot tubs, and penguin island, which was active as recently as the early twentieth century.

paulet island, a lava-spewing deathtrap in disguise
in fact, there are a remarkable number of volcanoes in antarctica and one of them, mount erebus, erupted as recently as 2012. and what's more, a lot of the space between the tip of south america and the northern reaches of antarctica is peppered with volcanoes, which is something i never knew until i fell asleep and dreamt about it, proving once and for all that i am much smarter when i'm asleep.

please let me know if you think this reads like a reasonable excuse for taking a nap under my desk at work.

also, feel free to share any strange dreams, especially instructive ones, that you've had.

oh, and santiago was really nice once i got there, a strange hybrid of old and new, rich and poor with mountains in the distance, which is apparently a pretty accurate description of the city, not that i knew that before.
i should come here more often
in the meantime, always remember that you know more than you think you do and that wherever you travel, there's probably a volcano waiting to kill you. 

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