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Dreams are really odd sometimes. Like, some nights dreams are very linear, and you wake up and you remember everything, in order of when it happened in your dream, and everything is like a story, an adventure. But sometimes, dreams are fractal… And you only remember a tiny little symbol in your dream, but then as you think on that symbol, you are reminded of another part, another symbol that happened somewhere else in the dream… Dream fragments, Organized By Context, rather than by Order of Appearance. Odd.

I woke up this morning with that kind of fragmented dream residue spread all over the inside of my head. It hurt. Like, it ached. And my back ached like a bitch because I’d been sitting with bad posture in front of my computer for about 6 hours straight the day before working on the Literary Magazine. It was strange. I woke up with this really distinct thought in my head… something about it being 9:15, and that Daniel was going to kill me (Daniel is the VP of the writer’s group. I think his other name is God though… ). And something about water… like, muddy water. And then I remembered Cheesits, you know those crackers? In my dream, I had been eating some of those. The ones in the small lunch packages. And then I suddenly realized/remembered that my friend Jody was DEAD! But it was ok, because it had happened about 3 months ago, and everyone had recovered from it. Then I remembered that Alastair had shown up in Hilo yesterday or something, and that he had short, brightish orange-ish hair and those slick sunglasses like Sean Cluney wears. It was odd.

Anyway, yeah… I woke up with all those thoughts sort of swimming around in my boiling head. But by the time I had remembered all that I have described above, I had gone upstairs and eaten breakfast and was ready to start my day. Dreams are so strange. I wish I could… live in them. :) And not ever have to wake up from them. Dreams are like really strange pieces of artwork… or perhaps artwork is like dreams… Or something. Like Salvidor Dali. I have Salvidor Dali dreams.

Here is a little note I really want everyone to see:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VAL!

Today is Val’s birthday. ^^; Starla hopes he is having a good one. I tried to call him, but he got all mad because Larry was in the office, and Larry doesn’t appreciate Val’s friends calling their house. Even on his birthday. Even long distance on his birthday. grrr. But I got to talk to him on ICQ and stuff. Which was cool. Granted, I ALWAYS get to talk to him on icq. So yeah… sigh… But starla can’t wait until Tuesday. (SHH!)

I am supposed to start Kung Fu on Monday. I really hope I can make it. But I just got a phone call from Beverly at Kress Cinema, and she wants to hire me. She wants me to come in sometime Monday to fill out the paper work, give her a copy of my driver’s License and my SS card. I REALLY hope I can take the truck to do that… because then I can just go straight to Kung Fu with Arya. Kailey Sensei wa watashi o omoeru kashira.

Anyway, time for me to go wash the truck. Jeff comes home today… and it needs to be washed… la la la. la tee dah. laaa te daaaah. Ok, quit stalling emily. baka. just go. :)

ja, minna