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Entries this day: Dream Work ultimate Dream 12 July 2000 Outside in a parking lot, Wende and I were unravelling a long water hose, which needed to connect from the McDonald's in the parking lot to wash her car. The hose was in a cabin where we stayed while looking for our wedding spot, and we carried it across the parking lot then unrolled it. The middle of the hose was hooked way up high on a small balcony above the parking lot. Wende climbed up the hose in the shape of stairs to unhook it. For a moment I had a view of her in middair standing way up high on a waterhose, .. just her silouhette against lovely blue sky background. "Wende!" I yelled up to her. "Stay there! I wanna get your picture!" As I looked around for my camera, I found it and loaded film into it, then realized it was a dream. and woke up. Back a long time ago, like during high school and college and now, but not as often, I would have dreams that included finding money or rare coins. In my dream I'd be ecstatic, but then wake up and be totally "DOH!" and feel really gypped or tricked almost. So now, whenever I dream about finding stuff, I'm much faster to think, "wait-a-minute! is this a dream??" and check my dream state(*) In the case above, I was thinking about having such beautiful photographs of Wende, and felt really blessed and excited to have them. "Wait-a-minute!..." (*) Check my dream state = test to see if I am actually dreaming. I've gotten a lot faster at recognizing when I'm dreaming when the question pops into my head, but lately the question hasn't come to my mind. Work 4:39pm Wednesday 12 July 2000 At work my project-focus got shifted twice. "Actually don't work on project X right now; work on project Y" "They just called; timeline for project Y is pushed back. Work on project M" I zinged through project M today, using emacs to help me search and replace across multiple files. (I love emacs!!) I got project M finished and ready for testing tomorrow morning. We just hired a new guy at work. Dennis, who will be our project manager. I haven't really spoken with him yet, but he seems pretty cool. Now I'm going to go see Scary Movie with Sara! (Wende doesn't want to see it) ultimate written 1:36am CDT Friday 14 July 2000 Scary Movie wasn't that great. A couple of scenes were funny-ish in their ludicricity, but I didn't really laugh as many times as I squirmed from the dumb parts. I mean it wasn't like horrible, and I'm glad I saw it. But I'm mostly glad I saw it with free passes. After the movie, I drove straight to ultimate. Weirdest thing is that when I took 610 north and exited I-10 east, there was NO traffic on I-10 east. This seemed quite odd, but certainly allowed for super speedy travel on I-10. I surmised that travel inbound just wasn't as popular as outbound, but after driving a mile, while watching my rearview mirror, I still saw zero cars I-10 eastbound. The freeway has got to be blocked. Played ultimate for a bit, then a couple more people showed up. "I was in traffic for 45 minutes! I-10 was shut down for two accidents!" Ah. Play play play and the ground was really dry and hard on my feet. Before my body was done running, my feet were really sore from pounding on the ground. The balls of my feet felt like they were trying to blister. I simply slowed down running so much, and took a couple more breaks than I might have otherwise. In all, a lovely night. |