I have dreams sometimes – nothing extraordinary, nothing prophetic.

Last night, though, I dreamed that Larry Niven (writing partner of Jerry Pournelle RIP) was visiting Bettie and I at her parent’s house. Not now, but the way it was back in the 80s.

Bettie, for some reason, needed some space on thumb drives, and was insistent that Larry give her some. I was trying to tell her that Larry Niven’s thumb drives have value above mere disk space, that I would give her my thumb drive but don’t format those!

Larry had tossed a couple thumb drives onto the coffee table (I heard them clatter) and then he said “the password is ‘McGarrity RabbitWhistle BugTussle'”.

Then he wanted me to book an appointment at an interesting fair in California for he and his wife Marilyn (they actually live there – she didn’t appear in the dream).

I was on the phone, he was messing with his phone (Android, in the dream).

Then I woke up, and really wanted to write down his password. Seemed important at the time.