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Dream

7:32am CST Thursday 11 January 2001

(dream)

Walking across the hall to where some youth were hosting a booth that sold pizza and had jungle gym bars on it, I introduced myself and climbed on the jungle gym. I had a flat Bart-Simpson's-head-shaped eraser that I threw through the jungle gym and it bounced out, onto the wall, and back into the jungle gym and rolled back to where I was, in a totally surprising way. We were all "wow!" cause it was such a lucky shot.

The next time I tried it, the eraser bounced across the hall, and back behind Joanne's booth, next to the wall. I told her to not be surprised by it when she takes down her booth; I would get it when she packs up for the night.

Then I verified that I had logged off my computers and Fred and I were chillin' in the pool, talking, telling jokes, just floating in the water.

- - - -

Sitting at a big table with white lace tablecloth, counting change with my dad's family, I discovered that not only were the quarters different, but the dimes had different designs for each state as well! I was surprised that I hadn't previously noticed this, and exclaimed to the group, "oh my gosh, the dimes are different!"

They already knew this, and misunderstood my exclamation, thinking they were different again, and I felt embarrassed after explaining my exclamation, and they were all, "oh, we already knew that."

- - - -

My dad and I, and my cousin (dad's sister's daughter) Barbie were examining trees on our plot of land, checking for diseases. They found ringworm on one of them, and I asked them to show me what they were actually seeing. The next tree was a metal stove, and all the curves on it were too perfect to be caused by a natural disease. We looked inside the stove and found there was no tree growing in it though. My dad lit the stove, for more light, and the fire kinda whooshed up at him, but he was okay. We continued to the next tree and found that it was disease free.

The dogs needed to be bathed, so Barbie took one outside the enclosure to a lake thing across the street and bathed it. She came back and got the next dog, and let the recently bathed dog just run around outside and become un-bathed.

Then we found a note on the next tree. Someone wanted to purchase it for $675. Wow. I wondered why, and who would want it, and what they would do with it. The tree was actually a bromeliad growing in a test tube, or a Dr Seuss three headed test tube contraption. They had labeled one of the test tubes, and the remainder of the tree was in a bigger test tube on the table.

- - - -

In a wartime situation, on a beach, a man gave me a package, but I knew it was a bomb, so I left it on the ground, and grabbed a helicopter that was hovering nearby and it lifted me away from the area.

As we were flying away, some of my buddies were approaching the bomb, and I signalled them with hand semaphores that it was a bomb, and they ran away as I was being flowing away and I saw they were safely away from it when it exploded.

My grip was slipping on the side of the helicopter, and I fell, dangling from the foot/skid/whatever that people dangle from in the movies, and then climbed back onto it. My pilot was a woman and we flew way down low in some trees.

She told me the word of the day was "misspoken communication," so i could say something like "mis-smokin pommunication."

She flew me near some people sitting at an outdoor wooden table, and I got off the helicopter. I affected a German accent, and asked, "me smokin?" pointing to their cigarettes. A man gave me a hand-rolled cigarette and lit it for me off his cigarette. I started spouting something about the "pommunication satellites," pointing up at the sky. They all nodded as if they understood, but really were just being polite, I was sure. I lay back on the ground, wondering how to pretend I was smoking the cigarette, but not really smoke it, so I just feigned falling asleep...

and I woke up.

Whatsup

therapy

6:44pm CST Thursday 11 January 2001

Wende and I had our first couples' counseling session tonight, and I am exceptionally optimistic. I went in thinking, "I just want to see if issues can be resolved before we get married." In the 50 minute session, I think we uncovered the bulk and core of the issues. Only fifty minutes! I left feeling a great deal of love and happiness for our relationship. Awesome.

tonight

6:48pm CST Thursday 11 January 2001

Tonight Wende and I are going to meet Will and Molly for dinner at Souper Salad!! Yay!!

Microsoft sucks. Have I mentioned that? Yes, Microsoft sucks sucks sucks. I've got my new-ish machine here at home with NT 4.0 on it, and I can't find any information on how to set up a VPN using DSL as a connection. It only talks about using Dial-Up Networking, and therefore, I'm assuming, a modem. I am now going to look a bit more to see if I can find it, and then add Dial-Up Networking to the Control Panel, on the chance that maybe just maybe it is required for DSL VPN stuff.

Either way, Microsoft sucks.

7:28pm

Okay, I have maybe found it, but I don't know if it will work or not. I'm guessing not, and that I will have to invite Duane, our contract network person to set it up. Gah.

7:32pm

That clearly wasn't it. Now I have no access to Internet at all. Grrr Microsoft.

z sam l jack

9:48pm CST Thursday 11 January 2001

Before Souper Salad, Maggie and Molly arrived at our house. Molly called Will and picked him up from work as Maggie, Wende and I went to Souper Salad. Molly and Will arrived in the salad line just behind us. Wende was saying something and Will answered her.

"HI Will!!" exclaimed Wende, and gave him a hug.

We ate, and a man who looked so much like Samuel L Jackson sat at a nearby table.. I could hardly keep from watching him. Is it him? Is it Samuel L Jackson? I wondered about different ways to approach him, and then ... what would I say if he were Samuel L Jackson? I finally decided I would just say, "I really really love Pulp Fiction."

He went to the dessert bar, so I did as well. I stood on the other side of the sneeze shield from him and glanced up. Couldn't see him for the reflection. He had a glop of whipped cream he was trying to shake off the spoon into his bowl.

"I have that same problem," I broke the ice, "I have to shake it real hard and hope it goes into the bowl."

(How's that for an entry on the Wall of Shame?)

He was all, "yeah, and then I'll end up getting too much."

He wasn't Samuel L Jackson.

The rest of my dessert I was able to eat in mental serenity.