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Dream planes horse

6:40am JST Sunday 30 September 2007 (day 13703)

With my friends from GET, who had just finished another world voyage. I wanted to hang out with Natalie, but she was still busy with getting people sorted and where they need to go.

I looked up and could see some guys from the ship watching and waving happily at something. I looked back over my shoulder and could see a plane coming, and for a bit thought it was coming dangerously close to the control tower where they were clustered, and wondered if maybe they were not happy, or unaware that they were in danger. I was wrong, though, the plane was properly headed directly for the landing strip; I had just been tricked by seeing things from a strange perspective.

The plane was old, with wings a bit fatter than I would imagine them now, both in thickness and depth. This made them shaped like ellipses more than wings. The plane was painted as with jungle fatigues and someone said it was a lufthansa, an old French airplane (*).

In my dream, it was French, not German.

The plane was cool enough that I grabbed my cellphone camera and wanted to take some pics, but it flew over the airport building (in this case The White House) and then landed gracefully on a runway perpendicular to the way it had just flown overhead.

I could hear on the airport control radio that the plane had made it down to the mess hall, which was a fair ways down, but I knew planes have a way of going faster than humans normally do. So I simply started walking that direction so I could take a picture.

For some reason, my walking was labored, as if I was also pulling some heavy mass behind me. I kept plodding along as best I could. As the trail on which I was headed drove into a deep woods, a horse came up beside me, led by a police officer who offered to help me along by letting me ride his horse.

I thankfully accepted the offer, and got on immediately, noting that I didn't get on from the side, via the saddle and stirrups, but from the back right hindquarter of the horse, and then just pulled myself up using the bridle (though it caused the horse no pain) and over his rump and seated gracefully (there was no saddle).

The officer said as if to answer my question of why he had offered help, "I'd like to ask some questions about your group, referring to GET." Walking didn't go any faster, but we did veer off the trail and down the ravine deeper into the woods where the plane was located. I leaned back as we went down; it was rather steep, but we made it with no worries.

The horse playfully took me through some slippery mud and over some humps that could have been avoided, but then hesitated a bit as the dog leading the horse went suddenly over a large ditch. The horse hesitated a bit before going over, but then stepped across gracefully to where the police officer was talking with the pilot of the plane.

I noted there wasn't a big crowd for what had been such a well-received plane: just the pilot under a tarp with his camp stove in the woods, the police officer who had come with me, and a woman unrelated to either of them, but who had been there before we arrived, standing and talking with pilot.

The police officer was saying to one of them, "it's too bad that the size of the plane doesn't matter. You pay the same amount of money in the end. You pay money for points and then points for landing privileges. One point will let you land 1 plane. Two points and you can land up to three planes. Three points will let you land five planes. So for this small plane, it's 1 point, just like for a jumbo jet."

I noted that we had arrived *not* at the plane I had intended to photograph, but at some guy's random 2 seater. I mentioned to the police officer, "um, actually I had been hoping to reach the Lufstansa plane that landed just a little while ago..."

The officer was still speaking, "... emotions tend to run high here because we deal with very emotional topics: The President of the US (who some people love and some people hate), aircraft in general (hobbyists and professionals), and flying (which some people love and some fear.)

Lunch TV

2:40pm JST Sunday 30 September 2007 (day 13703)

I worked on m.robnugen.com/j most of the day. I've got it basically working, but I need to add a file parser to fix the links for images and links to other journal entries. Not sure of a way to keep from parsing each file as it comes in except to have an index of which need to be parsed, and which are okay, or to duplicate the files for m.robnugen.com, which would basically ...

Oh, I just remembered how to do it. Put a meta tag BASE something something. Okay. Problem solved.

But that's not why I'm writing. Basically, Ami went down to fix lunch, and I was up on my computer. I decided it would be nicer for me to go downstairs to acknowledge her work. She was watching TV, so I brought my computer.

The TV had some inspid Japanese stupid-show with a bright eyed girl walking around different shops and oohing and aahing over what she wanted, cut-to-commercial, then being served an ice cream cone with like 15 flavors stacked up "to Heaven!" as Homer said then taking one (1) little bite, "delicious!" cut-to-commercial.

I found the whole thing offensive and うるさい obnoxiously loud, and asked Ami what she was doing, when it was obvious she was watching a commercial.

Back upstairs I was like, "sorry, but I just hate TV, well actually *that* type of TV, and I actually don't want you to watch TV ever, but I know I am on my computer too much, but I like to imagine that I'm being "creative" while on my computer (most of the time) and when I'm being passive, I'm being passive quietly.

In the end, we decided to play it by ear, allow TV / computer time, don't duel TV - computer: just turn them both off.

kill bills

11:40pm JST Sunday 30 September 2007 (day 13703)

We watched Kill Bill 1 and 2 today. Ami hadn't seen them before, but we watched without subtitles. She still enjoyed them.