Sadly little to post today...

It was a rough night. Nothing like being woken up around midnight and unable to fall back asleep soundly to squelch dreams. There were some, but they were fragmented and hazy. One was about being in Las Vegas with Bob. We were at some dive bar early in the day, possibly near Old Town. And one of my high school classmates was the manager (of the casino?) I barely remember his name, but he remembers us. He starts to talk to us, at first because of our ties to high school, but mostly because of a letter of complaint Bob had written about our visit to the establishment. He really didn't seem interested in making things right, just reviewing the complaint and putting it to bed.

After that we returned to my condo (in Vegas). It was like a penthouse suite on a low rise (say, 15 floors or so?) It was not very big, about 1000 sf, but was fabulously appointed. About one third of the living space was the balcony, which was lavishly appointed with overstuffed chaise lounges and various plants. There was no door or physical divider between the patio and the inside of the home.

Just inside was a large circular bar with huge aquariums dividing it down the center. Traveling behind the bar, beyond the aquariums revealed a smallish room, (12' x 18') with more aquariums. I had actually brought my classmate here to show him this. Each aquarium was large, at least 200 gallons. And each had different species of fish or different sizes of the same species. They were tiered in twos and threes and essentially covered the walls of the room around to the bar. He acknowledged that it was impressive, but felt a little over done for such small living quarters. Apparently using 1/3 of one's living space for aquariums is compulsive.

This is where the dreams started to fragment. Next I was driving down 5 mile road in Michigan and there were turkeys in the road. On each side was a circle of turkeys, at least 70 in each circle. At first I thought they were flat so I accelerated just to get past the devastation, only to find that they were mostly in tact, but seemingly dead. With a lot of horrible thumps and bouncing the truck rolled over the fowl. Aghast, I pulled over at the first street where there were a few onlookers discussing the tragic fate of the turkeys.

At this point I was across from the turkey farm, and few birds remained behind it's fences. They said during the night vandals opened the fence allowing the turkeys to enter the roadway. They continued by stating that whomever was responsible has been repeatedly targeting the turkey farm and nearby neighborhoods with acts of vandalism. This infuriated me so I decided that I would try to catch them in the act and intended to park across the street overnight and wait.

The dreams jumped again... further fragmented and blurred. Working for Bernie again in San Diego. I wired something together for him only to find that it was incorrect. Not that what I had done was incorrect but what I was first instructed to do was. Easy enough to fix.