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Dream 8:23am JST Friday 28 November 2008 (day 14128) Riding in the back seat of a train/bus, the back doors were open, and I was having to hold on tightly to some sort of padded table to keep myself in the train. I had what felt like half a seat under me, though it looked like a full seat when I looked down to see how perilously close to the edge I was seated. I saw my backpack equally close to the edge of the exit. The guy next to me had sat down while the train stopped at a station, and the crowded train had forced him to take over part of my seat. Later, I was in the same seat, but the bus was now headed to my dad's house on 249, and I was in the front seat. An accident occurred just in front of us, so everyone suddenly had to stop, and the bus started to stop really hard and I had to hold super tightly onto the padded table to stay inside. The bus curved off the main road to afford itself more time to stop, as did a couple other cars, and I stepped out onto the hood of the bus to afford myself some more space to stay off the ground. The bus driver yelled at me like, "Rob! Get back inside!" but I was hardly phased, given the choice between following the rules and staying alive. The bus stopped, and everyone was okay. - - - - Ami was sitting beside me in some sort of booth with a TV in front. A woman was sitting in the booth to our left, but she was too busy putting on mascara to augment her fur-scarf wearing, make-up laden, perfume overloaded look to look at us. While I looked up "fox wine tah" online, trying to find information about something a newscaster had mentioned, Ami moved to sit behind me, and I wondered what she was doing after a bit. I turned around to find she had taken off her shirt, and was applying some sort of gel to her aerola, and just about to press against me in a funny surprise attack of the tickle-fight variety. I was like, "what??" and then squirmed around to keep her from touching me with her gel-topped toplessness, and she tried to wipe the remainder of the package on me. permalinkWork 11:39am JST Saturday 29 November 2008 (day 14129) Got some good shtuff done at work yesterday. Big progress compared to the previous days. permalinkprev day next day |