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Entries this day: Dash_of_snow Dream Dash of snow 9:29am JST Thursday 18 February 2010 (day 14575) Slight snowfall last night so that it looked like a few inches on a car and few sprinkles on trees, but none on the ground, and now that I'm on the train 1/3 of the way to work, I don't see any. I sorta bet the "few inches" on the car wasn't more than an inch. The car was white so its paint blended with snow. I'm a bit late headed in to work, precipitated by Alfonzo going, "yeah, make it 10 tomorrow," and then furthered by my forgetting that an hour later at work doesn't mean an hour later starting out on the train. permalinkDream 9:17am JST Thursday 18 February 2010 (day 14575) All set and readky to go, I looked down and realized I was naked. Then I realized I must be able to do something about it so I manifested clothing, and my wallet and cell phone. Was in a hurry, and they said I had to bow with my hands over my head at each point with flowers. There were many such points so I walked backwards out of the maze and went along a different maze which had fewer flowers. I walked up the path for a bit and the floor came up to meet the ceiling and it was really cramped and I couldn't figure out how to get out. I noticed a guy coming in through the ceiling and went over to him. He had just gone down through a trap door in the ground to get outside, and I was headed out and he goes "you shouldn't go out there; you'll likely be killed. It's a war between Hamas and Israel. I considered my options and went back down the way I had come and found an empty bench seat and began to cry on the table. A woman came up, complimenting my crying like it was heartfelt. [yeah? That's why I'm crying.] I thought, and explained I was stuck and couldn't go outside like I wanted. permalinkprev day next day |