I came up with an experiment I wanted to conduct. I proposed that we had the technology to accelerate a craft to significant enough a percentage of C that it would involve real relativistic effects. We didn't have the tech to brake, turn around and return within one lifetime, however, so we'd have to use a monkey and sophisticated sensors that would measure the impact of relativistic speeds on higher lifeforms. In the dream, this was sort of important. As I describing my idea to
So I explained my idea to him, and he said, "Very interesting, indeed." Just then Emma Thompson walked, who was also a Don there. Sir David beckoned to her, and she walked over and picked up the model. "And what have we here?" she asked.
I stood up and said, "That's the Monkey Conveyance Device." And I proceeded to describe my experiment to her. She said, "Well, that sounds rather unkind to the monkeys, doesn't it?"
I replied, trying my best to keep a straight face, "No Ma'am, it's quite all right, all the monkeys are volunteers." She raised an eyebrow archly and said, "Carry on" while walking on. Sir David Attenborough also excused himself, and when he was gone,
A little gobsmacked I said, "What? What you mean I'm 'in' Oxford?"
"Sir David was impressed by your experiment, he said you're to be matriculated. Apparently they have one seat for a student each year that arrives by unconventional means, and they haven't appointed anyone this year. So it's you!"
"But...but...I can't afford tuition. What, do I move to London? How does this work?"
He laughed and said, "That's all your problem, man, you got in, you do the rest!" I was beside myself with excitement. I had to do it. I immediately wanted to call
Very sleepily, she made a sort of positive-sounding, 'Mmmph?" sound.
Tl;dnr - had a dream I got into Oxford by shooting monkeys into space.