So, I've been at home with a head cold the last couple of days and have been catching naps after telecommuting for a few hours so the day's not a complete financial loss. During this afternoon's nap, my fevered brain came up with a brilliant sci-fi weapon... An aerosolized explosive that is triggered by artificial gravity. Even better, it sticks to natural fibers like human hair.

In the dream, a terrorist sprayed it in a ground-based spaceport and it settled in the hair of people preparing to board shuttles. As the shuttles reached orbit and switched on artificial gravity, their hair exploded, pretty much taking the rest of their heads with it.

Sleeping through a head cold, dreaming of people's heads exploding. I wonder if there's any connection.

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