I underwent surgery to get some sort of brain implant. I’m not sure exactly what all it was supposed to do, although an incidental capability was that it would record all my sensory input on some kind of tapes that could be played back later. The procedure involved expanding the top of my skull, and I had to be very careful afterwards not to get any head injuries, as this apparently left the skull much more fragile than normal.
After that, I was a member of some sort of water raft racing team. Apparently the implant was supposed to be useful for that somehow. But I kept doing the wrong thing, and the team kept losing. I blamed it on the implant, but the other team members were mad at me and claimed that the problem wasn’t with the implant.
One of the team members wanted to see the tape of the first race we lost, be we searched all around and could not find it.
Meanwhile, some children were visiting (along with their parents), and wanted to see me and hear about the implant. The process used for the implant apparently involved some sort of nanotechnology molecular stasis to stabilize the brain and the implant. I had a demo for the children that consisted of a goldfish that had been put into this stasis then cut in two lengthwise. The demo involved putting the two pieces back together, and putting the fish into a bowl. The nanotech reattached the pieces and released the stasis, and the fish started swimming normally.
I was going to put the fish into a larger aquarium with various other fish, but someone pointed out that the goldfish in that aquarium were of a different species and would fight with the one in the bowl. I went looking for another aquarium.
I went flying with my friend Andy. He scared the heck out of me with the landing; instead of approaching on a smooth slope, he dived from high altitude almost directly over one end of the runway, then pulled out of the dive at the last possible moment just feet above the runway.
I was working on some project that involved a rack full of computer equipment and AV equipment. We were listening to music on the stereo, and I was printing some document. The printing was taking a very long time, and I needed to leave to get to an electronics store before it closed, so I decided to do the printing later and hit the “cancel job” button on the printer. Instead of stopping with the page it was working on at the time, it printed all the remaining pages as text-only. (The graphic images were apparently what was making the printing slow.)
Someone else nearby received a telephone call, and complained about the volume of the stereo. I couldn’t find the right remote, among many remote controls scattered around the area.
Bill and I went to the electronics store. The employees were making snide remarks about our sexual orientation, apparently based only on the fact that we usually visited that store together. I ignored it, but Bill was really offended.
Bill got a phone call from someone that had lent him some chips. He said that he’d used the 555 timer chips in a power supply he was building, but that he’d give the guy money to buy replacement chips.
I was driving between cities on I-70, and in a big hurry. But the stretch of I-70 I was driving was no longer a limited-access freeway. The speed limit was still 70, but every mile or so there was a left turn lane. The aggravating part was that instead of the highway widening for the left turn lanes, the leftmost through traffic lane kept turning into an exit-only turn lane, so I constantly kept having to change lanes just to stay on the highway. Other drivers didn’t seem to be having any problem with this.