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December 6th, 2004

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09:46 am - You're like an angel and you give me your love

The first part of the dream involved a bunch of us talking around table in a parking lot. I took the balloons. Pink, white, and one silver balloon, with me. They were on long strings, and I mean really long, of curling ribbon in blue, white, and pink. I think the strings were over 5 feet tall. I was walking though a college of some type with a friend, no one my waking mind recognizes. We walked through spacious, well-lit halls. I think it might have been a dorm, but I'm not sure. It was her school. I was just following her, carrying my balloons. We got to an indoor courtyard cafe. It ran the height of the building and had a glass cathedral ceiling, about 8 stories above us. Below us were additional courtyard tiers, although I think those were for lounging and studying and not part of the cafe we'd walked into. We sat down. A woman bustled over to bring us stuff, and I said I wasn't sure if we were interested in ordering. She said she'd leave us some herb butter and bread while we thought about it. I tied the balloons to my wrist so they wouldn't fly away, but for some reason, I didn't loop them properly around my wrist and they rose slowly into the air, almost climbing up the walls. I was surprised at how slowly they lifted. My friend was confused that I'd let them go after holding them so tightly, and I was ashamed in some way, as if this proved that I wanted the food more than the balloons. I was bothered by that idea.
Then the guys at the next table were talking about this metalic animal sculpture that one of them had just finished. He'd taken interlocking metal tabs and fixed them together to form a cube of animals, all types. I took a tab off a tiger on the top of the cube and looked at it. Then I tried to put it back on. I couldn't get it to go. They told me I should take the whole animal off the cube, rather than just pickign a piece off at a time, and then reattach the clip and then reattach the animal, but when I did, the tiger collapsed in my finger. Then it started to rain and the wooden animals (weren't they metal a moment ago?) started to disintegrate. We were in a workshop and I was trying to protect the animals. I handed a dachshund to the dog to take to the master craftsman, but then another piece fell off the dachshund, and I told the dog to give it back to me lest more pieces fall off, and also I was concerned about teethmarks in the wooden sides of the dachsund. I had been trying to smooth the skin back onto an armadillo. I walked over to the master craftsman and held out the dachshund. He told me he couldn't do anything for it. The more the rain came the more animals would be lost. I cried as a walked back over to the workbench.
Oh, and one more thing: When I was in the cafe, there was music playing. A female singer singing (what I determined to be a cover of) Bowling For Soup's "These Friends of Mine".

I also wanted to give a shout out to karnil. Her warmth and caring make me feel special. Her humour and intelligence, and willingness to listen and help make her a real standout. I keep telling myself that after X, we'll get more time to spend together, but after X, something always seems to come up. Regardless, I'll say it again. January! January is our month.
Thank you for being around.

Lanna and Emma are chating via instant messenger
Lanna: My email isn't working.
Emma: Mine works okay.
Lanna: Rats!
Emma: Is it cold in here?
Lanna: I have my portable heater on.
Emma: oh, wow. Suddenly your email problem demands an office visit.
Emma goes over to Lanna office and thrusts her hands in front of the heater
Emma: Fire it up.
Lanna: It's cranked as high as it will go, and you're effectively blocking all the air with your hands.
Emma: I meant the emailer.
Lanna: Oh, right. Lanna starts up email. It loads perfectly in scant seconds But, it was...
Emma: Well that was challenging. Anything else you need me to fix?
Lanna: You scared my computer!
Emma: Lucky for all, I only use my powers for good.

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Date:December 6th, 2004 07:00 am (UTC)

Do you make house calls?

My computers at home have been acting up. Can you glared them into submission like you do the work ones? - Lanna
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Date:December 6th, 2004 07:49 am (UTC)

Re: Do you make house calls?

I'll happily glare at anything for my standard "1 SUBway sandwich" fee.

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