Is this nightmare pure fantasy ? Or is there method in it ?

Question

I fell asleep reading "Collins Class Submarine Story: Steel, Spies and Spin".

In my dream, insinuations were being made about the Collins computerization.

In my dream, I asked "Was the legacy system fouled up, meaning it could not be easily reused for Collins" ? (In my dream I couldn't think of any other explanation for the insinuations about Collins software)

In my dream I wondered "Who had access to the legacy system and might have been fouling it up" ?

In my dream I wondered "When did all this nonsense happen" ? (In my dream I reasoned it "Must have been in a time window between when the system was periodically independently verified and validated" - in my dream I couldn't think of any other explanation)

In my dream, I wondered how was it able to juggle staff among positions so they could not raise the alarm (In my dream this was the only explanation I could think of).

Was all this pure fantasy ?

'Though this be madness yet there is method in it' Shakespeare, Hamlet

Answer 1

Latent fears within the emotionally stirred or disturbed psyche play havoc with ones thinking process. Falling asleep whilst studying reading matter is indicative of a pressing need to change reading matter for something more inspiring, if it is not facilitated as a source and cure for insomnia.

Inference or insinuations deviating from the core topic may be disregarded as distractions to allay thinkers and seekers of truth from the prime focal target. Consider this to be fact until disproven.

Foul play or determinators focused upon the destruction of a project in full view are negligible of the subjective operative is astute and vigilant of such forces at play. Regressional modes of speech or behaviours insinuate an increasing despondency caused by lack of effected change than any other pressing or contentious issues.

Verification and validation requires a stipulated and endorsed belief system of group orchestrating the generation of a particular eventitude. In the absence of any discernable direction or centre focal orientation one must conclude the mayhem created is actually the objective than foul play.

The power of collective denial. History will prove beyond doubt the ill wind that blows no good, suppressing a malevolent and sinister violence affecting all witness in a subconsciously subliminal and subtle manner. The silent screaming is heard but debilitated or dulled by helplessness and an innate need to follow, adhere, obey the contingent force.

Tis madness, chaos, and indescribably mayhem, a folly of the highest art and order and yet within it is contained the eternal indestructible power harnessed momentarily for infinity by those touched by its presence. Tis a love belonging to the hearts of each participle, a part of every prodigy, the inheritance of humanity, yet to rise as a phoenix from the burning embers of its pyre.