I really have not had the most restful of sleep lately, which has been impacting my posts. Last night, I did have two dreams that I keep reflecting on though. In the first, I am participating in a bike trip. It is partially a race and partially a tour. There was importance on finishing quickly, but all the riders had paniers. There must have been a pace vehicle of some type as at one point I was debating what to carry with me on the ride.
One of the riders had a flat and had to buy a tube off of some local person. I asked what he paid, guessing it was about 4.99. He corrected me and said that he gave the man 5.99 as that was a fair price for the tube. I then realized I should be carrying some money, but all the money I had was in the form of loose change and I had to consider that in the weight of my gear.
The next part of the dream, Brad and I met up with Dave Cassidy, another coworker. He looked really old, but seemed rather spry. We were at the end of this long narrow rectangular lake that had houses on either side, each with a dock and boat. It was about 75 feet across and 1000 feet long. At the other end, it appeared it might open up into a larger body of water.
Dave had a wind surfer with him, and was explaining about some new job that we were going to start all the while he jumped into the water with his board, and went down a good 20 feet in the water. He then pointed the board up, grabbed the sail, and the buoyancy of the board shot him to the surface and he landed standing atop the board holding the sail. I was amazed that this was the technique for mounting a wind surfer.
Despite his impressive start, he did not seem to understand the mechanics of how wind propels a sailing vessel. The wind was coming straight down the channel, but he did not turn his sail and eventually fell over. There was beginning to be quite a bit of boat traffic, including someone on a catamaran, who managed to come to the end of the channel, turn, and head back out. Still, Dave was not able to angle his sail to generate any 'lift'.
Just then, one of my old neighbors appeared. It was Laura. She commented about all the boat traffic and about Dave's troubles, and this is how the dream ended. What was really odd was, after I woke up, I went to my computer to see if I had any email and there was a note that Laura (whom I don't think I've spoken to or even thought of in many years) had added me as a friend on Facebook! What an improbable coincidence!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Straight out of some crazy movie.
I am writing this in a fragmented form trying to capture as accuratly as possible. The details are disapearing quickly as I am being interrupted as I enter.
I was living in a high rise, and from out of no where, a helicopter approached. It's spot light was shining into the unit as it spun around from the side to the back balcony. I walked into the light and suddenly found myself under fire. From the side of a helicopter, a man with a machine gun was firing into my unit.
A visit to the auto dealer. The owner of orbital called about my project. Then he arrived there at the dealership. It was quite a spectacular dealership and it sprawled over hundreds of acres. There was an overhead tram to ferry people about. When Linda arrived to give me a ride, she noticed the train. She exclaimed that the dealership had stolen her train design.
The helicopter returned, and this time I was prepared. I hid in the shadows while it circled the unit. I waited until someone climbed down a rope from the airship to the balcony. Once he was inside, I waited for my moment. He had a gun in his hand, but he was not really holding it very firmly, which made it easy to snatch from him and knock him back.
I interrogated him at gunpoint to find out the reason for the assults. As it turned out, he represented a billionare tycoon who sent them to kill me. Apparently, he believed I was sleeping with his wife. I recalled meeting the woman not to long ago.
She was attractive, but was terribly obnoxious. When she came on to me, I turned her away. Slighted by my rejection, she went on to produce a dvd showing us having a torrid affair. I assured the man that I was not involved with his wife and that the dvd was a fraud.
I went back to his mansion where I was going to prove my story. We managed to catch the woman in her lie, and in doing so also discovered she had spend $120 million to produce the dvd. This infuriated the billionare to the point that he shot her dead on the spot. Oddly, everyone seemed okay with that and the atmosphere became almost celebratory.
He rewarded us (now there were several people involved) with a large sum of money and a choice of one of the homes surrounding his estate. It seemed there were 32 homes that were multi stories, forming a large circle around his estate. They all had the same footprint and their entrance faced inward. While they all followed more or less the same structure, each was very unique in it's architecture and style and they all faced inward.
I was living in a high rise, and from out of no where, a helicopter approached. It's spot light was shining into the unit as it spun around from the side to the back balcony. I walked into the light and suddenly found myself under fire. From the side of a helicopter, a man with a machine gun was firing into my unit.
A visit to the auto dealer. The owner of orbital called about my project. Then he arrived there at the dealership. It was quite a spectacular dealership and it sprawled over hundreds of acres. There was an overhead tram to ferry people about. When Linda arrived to give me a ride, she noticed the train. She exclaimed that the dealership had stolen her train design.
The helicopter returned, and this time I was prepared. I hid in the shadows while it circled the unit. I waited until someone climbed down a rope from the airship to the balcony. Once he was inside, I waited for my moment. He had a gun in his hand, but he was not really holding it very firmly, which made it easy to snatch from him and knock him back.
I interrogated him at gunpoint to find out the reason for the assults. As it turned out, he represented a billionare tycoon who sent them to kill me. Apparently, he believed I was sleeping with his wife. I recalled meeting the woman not to long ago.
She was attractive, but was terribly obnoxious. When she came on to me, I turned her away. Slighted by my rejection, she went on to produce a dvd showing us having a torrid affair. I assured the man that I was not involved with his wife and that the dvd was a fraud.
I went back to his mansion where I was going to prove my story. We managed to catch the woman in her lie, and in doing so also discovered she had spend $120 million to produce the dvd. This infuriated the billionare to the point that he shot her dead on the spot. Oddly, everyone seemed okay with that and the atmosphere became almost celebratory.
He rewarded us (now there were several people involved) with a large sum of money and a choice of one of the homes surrounding his estate. It seemed there were 32 homes that were multi stories, forming a large circle around his estate. They all had the same footprint and their entrance faced inward. While they all followed more or less the same structure, each was very unique in it's architecture and style and they all faced inward.
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