I was walking down the street with some Chinese firend of mine, explaining him some subtlety of the slang I was using. We entered a sweets shop and got a piece of nice cake each. While enjoying it, my phone beeped twice, incoming text message. I took the phone out of my pocket to read it and .... then the real phone beeped twice because of a real SMS coming in and woke me up. How come I have a radio in my head capable of recognizing text messages coming in? I asked my wife right away whether by chance she was not say a cylon and had planted a radio inside me while I was asleep, she said no. Well, may be she is but she does not know it. Or may be I am and I do not know it. Anyway, I have never spoken in person to a Chinese guy in my life as far as I can remember. And I have not been into such a sweets shop for may be decades (now this may account for that part of the dream). And I am not making this up... (the most unbelievable part, to me too, I suppose). Apparently something inside me has figured out how to distinguish the radio signals on which an SMS arrives. Not sheer strength - the phone was about 5 metres away from me - although the signal is strong, it manages to mess up the TV set power supply from half a meter when active (the whole set begins to thump like it is about to fall apart).
So is it just me, the cylons or some other race I am not aware of? I guess I should now try to learn how to listen to the BBC worldservice without having a radio at hand...
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