To the rescue

I had a pretty cool dream last night. I was in a large boarding house, in Eastern Europe. It might have been Bulgaria. There was an enormous great room and I ordered food but it took hours to get to me. Other people were eating, the vibes were really weird. Something was definitely not right. Suddenly I was being pursued, by unspecified antagonists, who obviously wanted to do me great bodily harm.

I didn't quite know what to do so I contacted Big Dave, my longtime great pal and constant tech support mentor. Once upon a time, Jacobs was a Microsoft V.P., later a bigwig at Marimba and MacroMind. Wrote the Fetish column for Wired. Has devoted years to perfecting his own kidney matching transplant software.

all good...

I am running. What to do? "Never fear," says BigDave on his cellphone. Suddenly a holographic plastic credit card materializes above my head, straight out of the ether. Like a scene from the Matrix, I furiously grab the card and stick it into the conveniently close atm type portal and am automatically transported through space to a temporary safe zone.

The wonders of molecular compression and real time transmogrification.

This type of scene plays out several times before I wake. My pursuers never did catch me.

Obviously I can always count on Big Dave.