12.19.00 - 08:59:23

i was having a dream.

it involved:

my cousin gave my mom something from Time-Life that he got for free with a magazine subscription. it had Marilyn Monroe and this zipper looking thing. it was a black plastic box. my mother? used it to make a birdhouse. without need for a bottom hinge.

it was ingenious.

there was this store, and i was walking. and they had the best cookies.

they cost 3.14 except? their sign said .14 and the first five were free

so i got five cookies and ate some and gave some away and got brownie points for all the expensive cookies i was giving away.

and i walked past another franchise. and i got one cookie. free.

then another franchise. two more.

free.

and the girl said, �are these you first cookies?�

and i said, "uhm. now that you mention it, no."

and she said, "That'll be six thirty-two." (which doesn't make sense, since they were 3.14.... ) i said �chica. Your sign says .14.� and she said, �the three fell off. please pay.� and i'm like.

DAMN the man!

how'd they TRACK me?

and.

i was running.

i was on the run.

and for whatever reason it was difficult to find a getaway. i was singing edelweiss.

but it wasn't sound of music.

"soft and white, clean and bright. bless my homeland forever. blossom of snow may you bloom and grow. bloom and grow forever."

and.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand.

so, i couldn't get a getaway car.

we'd missed the real one.

after being involved in a commercial with all these minor celebrities about radiationn, or something.

"support the starlings! they save all those poor third world people from the sun and drought!" along with pictures of some third world farmers dancing in their fields splashing and pathetically happy in the first driblet rain of the season.

the idea was that the starlings were winged insects? that reflected the sun's rays back so they weren't as bad for us. with their wings. and they were everywhere. but dying out.

so. i was on the lam.

and we missed our ride.

there were three other people. and the drivers of this traveling fast-food restaurant wouldn't stop for us, because they were closed. we were still at the house, and sure we were done for.

there were three other people. and i was running frantically through the house, with Edelweiss stuck in my head. the stairs were very clean and white.

and then!

FINALLY.

our friends returned for us. they came in the front.

two old cars.

and there were four seats (four of us), except one guy was really really fat. and we had a big bag of stuff we needed to save. and the two guys had gotten in one car with the big bag.

it was really big.

so there wasn't room for me to squeeze in. so. i had to squeeze into the backseat of the other car. with the fat guy and another person.

whose name was jason. and on whom i had a crush. and he let me sit in his lap. and we made our getaway. i gave the fat guy a cookie.

they were in my pocket.

then?

long after my getaway, i was at work. and i was reading to a meeting of the firm (in a lecture hall. like college?)

the secret myths of email we had discovered.

i was saying something serious and profound and highly disturbing, that you wouldn't ever notice.

the secret myths are just beyond what i can remember.

i can envision...

and i know Jacques was the guy who revealed them to me. but it was an insidious plot. or something. and had his recommendations for the betterment of virtual reality (which involved not text, but like real VR and was hooked up all over the country)

anyway. i was discussing these. and mary, our receptionist? piped up, and vehemently disagreed.

like she had any fucking idea what she was talking about.

and then i woke up