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I just had this really vivid dream... (I also just slept through my first class and am opting not to go to Practicum so I can work on... Practicum)
I was with my mother, and we were at this restaurant, which was in a big park sort of area. The people working in the restaurant were sort of like the indigenous Aztecas living in Mexico City... at least in my dream, they spoke Spanish, so my mother and I could talk to them. And we ate, and hung around for a while, and then we were done, and I go to pay for the meal, and it's really inexpensive, and I think "I'm going to leave them a nice tip, because they could use it and they're so nice, these people"... and somehow or another, something gets confused, and either I paid too much, maybe leaving a bigger bill than I'd meant... or somehow a decimal place got moved, or something. So it turns out that I'm supposed to get somewhere between $80 and $90 back in change -- I dunno why these numbers popped up, it was a dream. So I go to the manager and ask what's going down... and somewhere along the line, I offend this fellow by implying that he's not doing a good job of satisfying customer complaints and concerns. So eventually he gives me some bills, and I walk off, with the vague feeling that something is wrong. But then, I look down and realize that I only have one bill and some coupons, one of which has something to do with DC Comics, and so I go back again and say that this isn't going to do it -- that I know he must have the change because I just gave it to him... and this becomes a major issue, and it starts being a battle of stubbornness. Eventually I was bonking his head into a hard surface over and over again (really strange -- this hardly ever happens in my dreams) and images of PKD and Douglas Adams books that may or may not have existed come up, or at least images of their cover art (which, in the dream, was sublimely bad stereotypical 70's sci-fi cover art) and he says something about how this whole event could be easily spun in his favour. A crowd of people (maybe news media folks...) come up out of nowhere, although they didn't seem to do much after that...
What's really weird is that this was a very specific person, the manager -- somebody whom I hadn't thought about in years and years, the guy who used to run "Skate Inn East" in Tallahassee like a billion years ago. His first name is "Ron", and I think in the dream I knew his last name, but I forget it now. Strange...
So back in the waking world, today I'm going to work on holyfire (specifically the bits that play the background music -- I got it provisionally working last night, yay! :) ), then run a 2130 lab, then pop off into the real world to pick up some photos and then probably work on stuff 'til I can't work on stuff no more. Maybe I should eat something somewhere in there...
I was with my mother, and we were at this restaurant, which was in a big park sort of area. The people working in the restaurant were sort of like the indigenous Aztecas living in Mexico City... at least in my dream, they spoke Spanish, so my mother and I could talk to them. And we ate, and hung around for a while, and then we were done, and I go to pay for the meal, and it's really inexpensive, and I think "I'm going to leave them a nice tip, because they could use it and they're so nice, these people"... and somehow or another, something gets confused, and either I paid too much, maybe leaving a bigger bill than I'd meant... or somehow a decimal place got moved, or something. So it turns out that I'm supposed to get somewhere between $80 and $90 back in change -- I dunno why these numbers popped up, it was a dream. So I go to the manager and ask what's going down... and somewhere along the line, I offend this fellow by implying that he's not doing a good job of satisfying customer complaints and concerns. So eventually he gives me some bills, and I walk off, with the vague feeling that something is wrong. But then, I look down and realize that I only have one bill and some coupons, one of which has something to do with DC Comics, and so I go back again and say that this isn't going to do it -- that I know he must have the change because I just gave it to him... and this becomes a major issue, and it starts being a battle of stubbornness. Eventually I was bonking his head into a hard surface over and over again (really strange -- this hardly ever happens in my dreams) and images of PKD and Douglas Adams books that may or may not have existed come up, or at least images of their cover art (which, in the dream, was sublimely bad stereotypical 70's sci-fi cover art) and he says something about how this whole event could be easily spun in his favour. A crowd of people (maybe news media folks...) come up out of nowhere, although they didn't seem to do much after that...
What's really weird is that this was a very specific person, the manager -- somebody whom I hadn't thought about in years and years, the guy who used to run "Skate Inn East" in Tallahassee like a billion years ago. His first name is "Ron", and I think in the dream I knew his last name, but I forget it now. Strange...
So back in the waking world, today I'm going to work on holyfire (specifically the bits that play the background music -- I got it provisionally working last night, yay! :) ), then run a 2130 lab, then pop off into the real world to pick up some photos and then probably work on stuff 'til I can't work on stuff no more. Maybe I should eat something somewhere in there...
