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Dream1

5:14am CDT Monday 4 June 2001

(dream)

In a parking lot, trying to park Wende's truck, Butch. I had trouble seeing well in the rear view and side view mirrors, but after a few tries, I got it parked beside an identical truck. As I got out, a woman got in to her truck and began to drive away, but didn't take off the emergency brake, which was locking the front wheels. They were just sliding along the slick layer of wet leaves on the parking lot.

I thought for sure she would notice, but when she tried to turn, and was barely able to do so (no friction to turn if the wheels aren't spinning), I tried to get her attention. I whistled my shrillest whistle at her, but she never looked at me. She drove out of the parking lot and tried to turn right down a street. The truck was barely turning, so she hit the gas harder to compensate, and she crashed pretty heavily into some cars parked on the street.

I turned away at the moment of the crash and then looked back; the truck was pretty much okay, but she was shaken around in it a lot. I called 911 on my cell phone, but it thought I typed 912, and didn't do anything.

I was relieved when I suddenly woke up. I went back to sleep.

At a party at my old house in 3rd grade and my car Scott was supposed to be on the street right at the corner, but I looked outside and it wasn't there. I went down the street to look for it, and I was walking down the hall and suddenly saw the license plate on the ground, and a woman was talking to a cop about something and I was all, "that's my fuckin' license plate!" The cop was all, "sir, you'll need to calm down; we will take care of this." and I was all, "okay, I'm calm" and I sat in a meditative state on the ground for them to finish.

Their conversation turned to me and Wende and our living arrangement. "They live very close to one another on a street called Uptown or something." And I was all "yes we are living together on Upton, we are getting married on June 21 of this year." (*)

The cop was all, "you're what?" and "Don't tell me you're getting married. That's the problem with this younger generation, everyone is getting married because it's like some fashion statement and so popular to get married." I interrupted her "um, we've been engaged for 2 years; I think we will be okay. Plus we've been dating for 5 years."

They seemed less concerned about our decision, and started talking about Scott again, and I woke up.

(*) No, we did not move, and did not change the date of the wedding. It's still next year, 2002.

- - - -

I didn't write the dream down, but fell asleep again.

In New York City, sliding along icy treacherous ground; it was so slick and wet that some people were on their hands and knees, or had just fallen and others were helping them up. Traffic was aggressive and I had to really work to nudge my way into traffic. In the middle of the intersection, a woman was sliding along with no problem, and said that it was no problem and she didn't understand what all the other people were having trouble with. I told her that in some places, it was really messed up. I couldn't tell her, for example, what it was like on 13th street, but it seems that anywhere the street is big nd flat, the snow has formed a layer of ice and then fluffy snow on top of that makes it very nice for sliding. But in the gutter on the side of the street, all the water has runoff there, and it's all yucky and gross.

"By the way, what street is that?" I asked, pointing to a cross street. "Thirteenth." "Really?" Ahahahahahahhahahaahaa!! "That is so ironic! I've got to write that down with my dream.

So I walked down the hall of the hotel and looked for an internet port that I could use. I saw a woman in a computer monitor, but she was just behind a desk, and it turns out she didn't understand what I was asking for. "Do you have any terminals with internet connectivity?" "You need a hard drive for your computer?" "No, I just need to get access to my email online. Like hotmail.com or yahoo.com or any of the others." "Let me ask someone."

She paged on the walkie talkie system and after a while, a guy answered from the bathroom. "This is Dave; I'm in the restroom, but maybe I can still help." I looked at the asparagus on the counter in front of me as I listened to their conversation. "I have a guest here who needs to fix his computer; he can't get his email."

Fortunately, I woke up. What a nightmare! Plus it would have been very unfortunate to write this whole dream down while in my dream.

It's 5:48am; I'm going back to sleep.

Slow

4:55pm Monday 4 June 2001

Fuck.

I just wrote a journal entry and then it mysteriously vanished from my editor and I don't know how it vanished and I couldn't get it back.

The dumbest thing about it is that the entry was all, "today has been going slower than I wanted, and I keep getting sidetracked by email and reading journal entries, except I'm not getting email and no one is writing journal entries."

What a dumber way to make things even more slow than to have to type a journal entry twice to get it on my site once.

So the point is, "Blah." and I'm looking forward to OKC Rally, but am trying not to get lost in the piles of happy memories from tons of past rallies. I enjoy YRUU at least as much as my awesome youth do!

Then I was all, "oh my gosh!! It's Elise's birthday! Elise is one of my newfound step sisters. She's my dad's girlfriend's daughter. But I don't have her email address."

But I'm not going to write all that again just to point out that I can't contact her easily. Blah Blah Blah.

So the only thing to do is get back to testing my code and progress slowly and steadily, keeping track of all the things to keep track of and shit like that.

Bye.

espanol

9:56pm CDT Monday 4 June 2001

Hmm. With emacs, I don't know how to include an n with a tilde instead of just an n in the middle of the word. Hmmm.

Even so, spanish class was fun, and I have decided I'm losing my crush on the cutie named Gabriella. Not entirely gone, but a bit less than in our most recent class. Hablando in espanol mas ahora - full conversations a veces. A veces solamente escucho.

I rode my bike home from class, and I actually beat Wende home! She stopped by Walgreen's though. But it was still fun to arrive home before she did. Si, soy muy rapido. (That probably means something that I don't intend for it to mean.)

I plan to visit work early-ish tomorrow and hopefully get some shit done!!!

Oh! That reminds me of something funny: in pairs, we were racing to translate phrases that Isabel (our instructor) read. She read, "Tiene un buen dia," and I blurted out "I have a good idea! ... shit," and everyone laughed because it was pretty funny, and I cursed in English, etc. anyway, it was funny. (It means "have a good day.")

Tiene un buen noche.