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Dream

7:27 am Tuesday 18 June 2002

Woke up early and considered getting up to fold my laundry (rally shirts on the bed), but rolled over onto them and fell back asleep.

(dream)

With YRUU peeps - Bryn, Mark V-S and others. I had something to give to Mark, but I couldn't remember where I had put it. I looked in a trash can next to where we were standing, but it had gross food wrappers in it so I didn't look too deeply.

I was somehow skating with YRUU youth in my backpack like I was piggy backing them. I skated to some little shops selling various random things.

Got a phone call from Ryan, who was looking for a ride to the next rally. I was all, "Ryan, you are 20 years old; you may not go."

He feigned surprise, "what? What are you talking about?" even though I know full well how old he is and that he knows the age limit rule.

I became a bit angry with him, "Ryan! You may not go, and you know that."

Then we were in a room full of old junk and it was apparently a shop, but the proprietor wasn't there. We closed the door a bit, but left the light on as we left. I looked for my skates, but didn't find them at first.

Found my skates, but considered just walking the remaining black to go home. I was sitting on the steps when three or four guys came running up the steps from between the houses across the street. They were looking for someone who had stolen something.

At first I thought they were chasing each other, but then I saw a guy climbing up a tree to hide. They saw him too, and pulled his ass out of the tree and had him on the ground and started to beat him up.

I was flat scared, but snuck my way back up the stairs as I dialed 911. The operator came on and she was all somewhat talkative and thought I was kidding at first. I told her I was afraid that would come ofter me because they saw that I had a phone and was dialing.

The 911 operator was standing in the room with me as we hung up, and she was still talkative and I was scared as pooh. Then suddenly I heard some thump thump thump up the stairs and I freaked a bit, "seee?"

But it was the owner of the house, just walking up, unaffected by what he had seen going on, dismissing it with, "they better ot come up here." and then another guy came in and was completely thankful that I had called 911; he gave me a big hug and I just started to cry on his shoulder.

I could feel the texture of his shirt was a bit strange. I completely felt like my arms were hugging around him and I realized I was dreaming.

I wondered if my arms were actually around something, but then realized they really couldn't be given how I was laying. I slowly woke up to find that my hands and forearms were right next to one another. Cool how the dream was so specific otherwise.

Freedom

1:49pm CDT Tuesday 18 June 2002

Wow. Around 9:45am, Kevin called me into Kevin and Karla's office. As he closed the door behind us, I was all, gulp, did I do something wrong? I couldn't think of anything lately that I'd screwed up, so I figured that wasn't it.

They were both all, "um, er," for about 4 seconds and then Karla was all, "we just don't know how we can make it, even with people at half time."

They were asking me to leave.

I'm actually quite thrilled and have no problem with this. Just gotta get my smiling face out and work odd jobs until I bust out of the country.

They were more upset about the situation than me. It's not like they are losing a ton of information packed into my brain, but some. I told them my cellie is in my pocket if you have any questions.

(That's me being unable to completely let go.)

I cleared out my electronic files, leaving all the work stuff intact. Moved them all to my powerbook.

Then Dude called me, "Two-punch Tuesdays!" At Mission Burrito, they are giving two punches on their frequent eater cards. I had already told him the news of my freedom so I was all, "guess what?" "what?" "I can take lunch anytime I want!" We both laughed.

After lunch I brought my car and two file boxes back to work to clean out my physical desk and such. At this point, everything is cleared out except my linux computer, my bulletin board (not much on there), and my scandia desktop shelf that Wende and I put together a couple years ago.

The only thing I'm really going to miss is having the opportunity to see Erika when she comes around (and Courtney). That was becoming less and less frequent, but I'll still miss it.

This is the last journal entry I'll send from my linux computer hooked up here at FSD.

after

5:04pm Tuesday 18 June 2002

This is my first official entry being written as a text file on my powerbook. Since I don't have my .emacs file set up, I have to type everything by hand, including the html markup tags.

Minh and Kevin helped me carry stuff out to the car. I gave hugs to Karla and Deborah, handshakes to Minh and Kevin; no one else was there. Minh walked me out with blessings of how fun it's been to work together.

I layed out all my stuff to get some sense of organization.

Spot remained unimpressed.