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Dwarves and Harrier Jets - Salvador Dali in a lawn chair.
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Dwarves and Harrier Jets
I woke up this afternoon with the vivid impressions of an extensive dream I had. Let's just say that it involved a lot of traveling in many different modes of transportation: a rubber boat, a bus, a train, and a harrier jet.

The simple version is as follows: I was traveling back and forth from Hattiesburg to Oxford on river with a rubber raft, stayed in a childhood friend's dorm room in Yazoo City, ran into many old friends in the dorm, took a bus the rest of the way to Oxford and studied for finals the whole way, wound up back in Yazoo (which I have never been to by the way) went on a leisurely river trek/excursion with my friends, got turned around and went back to Yazoo City, after which most of my friends morphed into dwarves.

On a train, the dwarves (with long white beards and all male now whereas my friends had been female) helped me fend off "evil people" who looked like normal people except a bit of discoloring around the edge of their faces and in the crevices of their joints. Through the screen windows (which had hook latches) of the train, I reached with a pole to the flatbed of a truck on another track to the left to pull in a little girl and a slightly older boy from the flatbed truck and into the safety of the train. The "evil people" were trying to get in through the screen windows with the broken latches and I had to hold all the screen windows by hand.

Then the dwarves and I arrived at our nondescript destination and had to individually fly British vertical take-off and landing Harrier jets to a picnic to save people there. I wound up in a diner later at the side of the picnic area, talking to a nerdy, trench-coat wearing guy who I thought might have been an "evil person".

It was wacked.

:end trippy dream:

Amazon.com finally got back to me (after over two weeks of no responses) about the misprinted The Handmaid's Tale and not only are they apologetic and sending me a new copy, but I now have a $5 discount for my next purchase. I didn't care about the discount (although it's a happy addition) but the fact that the CSR from Amazon seemed so apologetic and concerned really made me feel better and I plan to use Amazon.com again.

I've been mostly a bum since I got back from Atlanta, but now that the weekend is over, I intend to make the most of my week before I have to go home for a wedding this weekend. I think have a wedding the following weekend to go to. Bleh. I really don't want my friends back home to see or know how much I've let my life slide.

However, I have much to do and hope to enjoy myself and feel good about myself while I'm doing the things I need to do :)

Am tired of typing and catching up on email, livejournal, AC BBS's, and chatting on MSN Messenger (which I was finally coerced into getting by a friend of mine). It's time for dinner and the Bistro with Will and Zordac.

mood: silly silly
music: Combustible Edison - Vertigogo

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lost_angel From: lost_angel Date: June 3rd, 2002 04:00 am (UTC) (link)
Well then it is *very* good that you escaped from Yazoo City, because yesterday it was practically overrun with "evil people".

I should alert the authorities...

...if there are any authorities left who can be trusted!

adara1031 From: adara1031 Date: June 3rd, 2002 05:48 am (UTC) (link)


and I thought I had strange dreams, but nothing compared to yours... =)
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