Thursday
9 March 2000
Reading: Filing, how very exciting
Listening: Instructions on how to answer the phone and who handles what
Thinking: I love working for the county (I'm not kidding, I really do like this stuff)
Drinking: Hot White Mocha from Java something-or-other 
Ok-o-meter: 8, i like my new exercise
Quote for the day: "There are no endings, because nothing ever ends." - Shmendrik _The Last Unicorn_
Weather report: rainy again but it's nice, no wind
 

10:10 am
I've tried to write down as much about my dreams over the last few nights as I remember.  It feels like one of those electronic light games.  The more lights you atch the faster and harder the game gets.

Tuesday was 1 dream and I remembered all of it.  Wednesday was 3 and by the time I wrote it down I remembered 2 and the basic gist of the third.  Last night was one dream after another.  I don't know how many separate dreams  I had, they just sorta blended into eachother.  Food to the needy, running down the street, being called back to pack boxes.  The ride to a Mexican guy's house (he used to be some kind of dignitary?).  The house was nice with a long driveway and empty fountain in the courtyard before the house.  Black labs and Dalmations just everywhere.  As we drove down the driveway we drove right over them because they didn't move.  We sat in a covered patio.  The wife offered us water from a large cup or small pitcher.  I was the only one (or was there one other?) who wanted some water.

The cup had a contraption for ladling and pouring the water out of it.  The contration had a magnifying glass/road reflector looking thing on one side and a sip straw thing on the other for pouring.

The was a familiar dream before that, I don'[t remember more than it was one of the dreams I have had several times in my life.  I woke to the the souds of rats and then another dream and woke up and another dream all familiar but I con't remember them now.

1:00 pm
**Useless Bluebird fact**  I do not like endings.  That's probably why my dreams don't end, they just stop.  Of course, they say that the dreams you rmember are the ones you got woken up during.  If you have a dream and it ends and you stipp sleep I guess you don't remember them.  I know even when I have several in a row, my mind will just change the subject when I'm done, so the story never ends.  I have severall dreams that I will dream of time to time.  Sometimes I dream more of them and sometimes less, but they are the same story told over and over like good friends.

I also don't like pathetic excuses to continue a story.  If it's good, cool, let it flow.  If you cn't do it, eave it open or close it down.  I love it when a good story leaves itself open for more at the end.  Even if the tease is never delevered, you can make up your own endings.  Yes, I know I can't have it both ways, but a girl has to have standards doesn't she?
 
 

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