Last night, I dreamt that I had found a study whom I haven't seen in months waiting outside in my garage... only to have the cops show up and deport him.1
Then I dreamt we were out in service and met an irate householder who wanted us to get off his porch while his girlfriend rolled her eyes at us from inside the house.
Then, if I remember correctly (and I probably don't), I met the deported study again fishing in some stream up in the canefields, and then the irate householder said it would be okay for us to come back with the magazines after all and so I guess the story/ies ended on a positive note.2
Interestingly enough despite all the dreaming, I managed to somehow sneak in a good nine hours of sleep- something that I haven't done in a long time.3
By the way, I got a new camera. Thanks Mom!
1 Although I really have no idea if it could happen in real life- a person's papers are not someting I usually ask about.
2Wow, I'm in service even in my dreams...how theocratic!
3 Appreciated since we had left early in the morning for Kona where I gave the talk. The drive over the Saddle was breathtaking and we had fun seeing the friends, but Kona itself was voggy and oppressively hot, and we also had the privelege of getting stuck behind some annoyingly slow drivers on the way home. White Honda Civic and white Toyota Camry with the temporary plates...you know you you are.
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