Ptoooey. Ptolemy.

I don't know who else is interested in the subjects of my dreams, but since I've been chronicling them in my blog, I've noticed an overriding theme: scholarly pedantry.

Last night, I dreamt about writing an essay on the emergence of heliocentricism,
beginning with the foundation ancient Greek geocentrism in the works of Ptolemy
and ending with the Copernican Revolution.

The funny thing is, when I woke up, and was pondering the dream, I realized "What the hell do I know about Ptolemy, for Chrissake?" Hmmm. Maybe I'm channeling the knowledge of nearby astronomer or astrophysicist, or something, because I have no clue how the hell I ended up dreaming about writing an essay on Ptolemy, of all ancient Greeks.

Let's see, how many figures of antiquity have I dreamt about now? Cicero, for one, and now Ptolemy. I am a sad, sad individual.