Forty Tons of Vanadium

[syncategorematic]

I was supposed to have a peaceful night's sleep, I tried for it, --- but I had restless dreams of the kind where there is a dream going at one level of awareness, and on another I am aware of my body in bed (and how nice and warm that is and how I really should sleep properly because I do have to get up in the morning) The dreams on the upper level were lucid enough. I even remembered, for once, that old injunction I read somewhere to try to find your hands in your dreams. My hands looked weird, beige and semi-transparent.

And I dreamed of vanadium.

Now that I've skimmed through the Wikipedia article, I know a lot more about it, but at the time of my dream all I knew was that it was an element, and that it is used in aircraft titanium alloys (yeah, when I know only one thing about something, it is normally a weird thing; but I've looked online at rings made of aircraft titanium alloy).

siderea and quantumkitty were in the dream, even though I haven't (yet) seen either of them in real life. We were arguing about the amount of vanadium we need; I said four tons. Quantumkitty said no, we need 20 tons. And Siderea argued that no, 20 tons would not be enough, we need 40 tons. (I've got no idea whether it is even possible to get forty tons of pure vanadium at all; but it will doubtless be very very expensive.)

I wish I knew what we ended up using the forty tons of vanadium for. But then the dream shifted to me supervising a children's and high-school students' party of sorts (that is probably anticipatory nervousness for a Reach for the Top tournament I supervise on Thrusday; many of the students I coach are in the dream). Except that for three of the students, their idea of fun and good times and entertainment on the basketball court was to get three military tanks and to use them to shoot up...an outhouse. Which outhouse can tap dance (kind of like Baba Yaga's house, come to think of it). Except that they could not do it; amid smoke and fire, their tanks kept tipping over. I was not worried about them hurting themselves, somehow, despite this, but I finally had to intercede and dissuade them. Meanwhile one of the girls became a yoga dancer and turned into blue-skinned Kali. While I wheedled a can of Sprite from one of my most talented younger quiz players.

This is one of the weirder dreams I've had --- but i think the latter part is just anticipating chaos and weirdness at quiz tournaments (and chaos and weirdness is the definition of how quiz tournaments exist, so nothing really new here) but it is the former part --- I wish I knew what vanadium means to me. or why Siderea and Quantumkitty think I need so much of it.

Oddly enough, vanadium has atomic number 23, my favourite number in a lot of other ways. I don't think I consciously knew that before, although heaven knows I've seen the periodic table enough times.y

Comments

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

They do not have vanadium.

To see a tank truck in your dream, suggests that you are willing to find protection via destructive means. The way you are expressing your anger and feelings my be hurtful and volatile.

To dream that you are playing basketball, indicates that you will need the cooperation and assistance of others in order to achieve your goals. Perhaps you are standing in the way of your own progress and need to ask for help.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

To dream that you are attending or going to a dance, indicates a celebration and your attempts to achieve happiness. Consider the phrase the "dance of life" which suggests creation, ecstasy, and going with what life has to offer you.

To see children dancing in your dream, signifies that you will have a comfortable home, and healthy, well-behaved children in the future.