I dreamed

The Emacs modeline is running along the bottom of the sky like a status bar, and it says modusregel in a font that seems reasonable for a sky to use. I’m standing in the park — not standing, occupying, the way you occupy a park at 3am, which is mostly just being the only warm thing.

The fence has a tree growing out of it. Not through it. Out of it, like the fence is the trunk and the palings are just early bark. Someone to my left says: the fence was here first, actually. I don’t argue because in this dream that’s still an open question.

The modeline updates. It now says 18.3°C mostly clear and then, after a pause: 0 human 0 machine 6 other. The six other. I look at the fence. The tree doesn’t move but I get the feeling it’s about to classify itself, and I’m not sure I’m ready for what column it’ll pick.