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Dream

Dream

5:31am CDT Friday 29 September 2000

(dream)

In a school situation, I went into the restroom and a woman was laying in the sink.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She shook her head no.

Do you want to talk?

She didn't really respond.

I washed my hands in the other sink, "I'm a good listener. If you want to talk "

She started talking, expressing with sadness her current situation and a bunch of people got out of class so it started getting crowded. We went to a quiet lounge and someone immediately came in and turned on the wide screen TV. We walked over somewhere else and were now in the hallway of some dorm rooms. We sat in a sofa near one of the rooms. The room we were near had its door open and we ended up inside that room talking on the couch in there.

I listened to her whole situation, and then thought for a moment. I was considering between two alternative healing solutions and decided to let her choose between them. (*) I think one is the better solution, but tried to present both with a bias-neutral tone.

"One school of thought is that it's beneficial to reach back into our minds and find an older sadness. The sadness or pain we are experiencing now is actually a result of the situation that happened a long time ago, when the sadness was not expressed.

A different school of thought is to choose to make a change in one's life now. To take action right now that would make one's life better.

As I presented the second option, the residents of the room arrived. We introduced ourselves. I'm Rob, and this is Jennifer (it was Jennifer, Molly's roomate Sabita's friend who I met in 1993 or so.)

Their room was really awesome. The centerpiece on the floor was a large circular ball track thing where the solid black and chrome balls spiraled down and struck one another to make the next ball move. Lights and beads hanging from the ceiling made a partition to the bed-side of the room. Colored lights bathed a colorful glow over everything.

The actual resident handed a camera to his friend. "It's your turn to photograph the ball thing."

"Does it ever do anything unusual?" I asked.

"No, but just in case."

One of the residents sat beside me on the couch. He inquired about me and I described that I had been a student at UH and was in the band and rifle corps and woodworking, "and something else I think but I don't remember (!)," and now I was at Rice University (#) seeking another computer science degree because school is so much fun for me.

They thought that logic seemed pretty sound. I told them I don't actually live in the dorms, but we needed a quiet place to sit, and I have learned that a dorm room with a door open means "come in."

"True," they mused. "Hey, do you happen to have a van?"

"Not anymore, I have a Toyota Camry."

"We need someone to move our ball thing." The ball thing in the middle of the room was about 5 feet in diameter and 5 feet tall. Balls were about 5 or 6 inches in diameter. As I talked to the guy, they apparently started moving it, because I looked back and the center column had been removed.

Their resident advisor came in and stood behind the desk; it was his office. He was doing office stuff as we were all leaving. I never got a response back from Jennifer, but she had said at one point that she felt a lot better.

(*) The first option is what I believe. The second one Maggie believes so passionately that I imagine it must be valuble in some situations.

(!) Those activities are from my days in high school, not at UH.

(#) This is the second dream recently with me back in college or grad school.

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matrix

The Matrix

11:05pm CDT Friday 29 September 2000

This evening, after a pretty productive day at work, I watched The Matrix on video, which Wende purchased for me. The Matrix is my second favorite movie of all time. Pulp Fiction is still number one.

Tonight at 11:45pm KTRU DJs are invited to midnight bocce with glow-in-the-dark bocce balls. Yay! If I'm not too exhausted, I'll write about it when I get back.

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