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Happy Blow-Things-Up day! ( Catching up... )

I had a dream this morning that was a pretty coherent little science fiction story. I probably could have written it out and had the start of a serious piece of fiction. Except that it was, like, a scifi story that would have been written in the 60s or 70s, and it wasn't really very good.

(Short summary: about a guy reminiscing over societal rejection of him and his lover as he prepares himself to take a bunch of barbituates and other pills in a scuzzy little hospital room, except he's not about to commit suicide, it's actually a combo that was accidentally discovered to put you into suspended animation -- he's taking a one-way trip to a future time where he'll be accepted.)

Even as I was dreaming it, I was thinking "wow, this is dated".