I was working with a computer system, that was all about management of licensing of elements for creating a cartoon television show. That it held up to inspection pleased me.
(Note: It was a large database like IMDB...it was very obsessive about copyrights. If you used a voice generator, such as if you wanted Bugs Bunny to say a certain sentence, you'd be automatically adding an attribution in your cartoon to say "character's voice appears courtesy of..." and then some big studio conglomerate.)
Somehow I loaded up a web browser and opened my email account. It was full of what looked like spam messages, and I looked at the system clock and it was 6/2004. Someone at a nearby terminal looked on.
me: "Y'know, when I went to bed, it was August 2005. Is there anything you can tell me about this deviation in time?"guy: (stiltedly) "When...they build...a clock to hang...on the wall...they don't make it out of pepperoni. They make it...out of...touch paper."
(Note: That sounds fairly nonsensical, but I understood this as saying that the world is made out of elements that are more complex than you think. So for instance, you might buy a poster at a store and believe it can only show the image it had when you purchased it...yet secretly it might be an advanced technology like an Organic Light-Emitting Diode...thus it could change at any point at time)
me: "Okay, that didn't make much sense. If time is not absolute, can you tell me anything about the future?"second guy: "An ex-cuban destroys the U.N. in four years time."
me: "What letter does their name start with? Is there any hope of verifying their existence?"
second guy: "You have not heard of this person. The name is Selena Derella."
me: "Okay, is that a man's name or a woman's name?"
I didn't get an answer before waking up.
