chickenfeet

What a weird night. It started off with a US battle fleet in Toronto harbour. How did they get those carriers up the Seaway? It segwayed to vampires drinking in assorted pubs in Bishop's Stortford with most of them committing suictde by driving stakes through their own hearts. The final act featured field hockey played on top of a giant rubbish dump in an even more surreal than usual version of Mississauga. I really wonder about my brain sometimes.

Scene: Our bedroom. Stupid o'clock in the morning. Me, half asleep, and Jane, fast asleep, on one side of the bed. Lemur apparently fast asleep on the other. A kitten is on my chest purring. Suddenly the lemur starts making a noise halfway between a sob and a scream.

Bear: You OK?
Lemur, now half awake: Bad dream.
Bear (passing over the kitten): Have a kitten dreamcatcher.

For the last couple of nights I've been dreaming about the Grand Unified Field Theory (aka The Theory of Everything). This is odd, even for me. Anyway, my sleeping brain has decided that the GUFT is impossible. Relativity and QM will never be reconciled. When I first dreamed this I thought it was a bit far fetched. Even my sleeping brain was perplexed. But last night, sleeping brain worked out why. Matter only behaves in a quantum mechanical way when it is being observed. If one doesn't peek it behaves like an impeccably proper Einsteinian. So when an observer observes activity at the quantum level, not only does the act of observation cause a resolution of quantum states but it is the observation that calls into being the whole phenomenon. My brain is a very strange place.