DREAM DIARY
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APRIL 15, 2010
I dreamt that my now-deceased frind Paul Casey was still alive, and that I was at his house. I heard a telephone ring, followed by the sound of a modem handshake (that squealing, screeching noise you hear) in progress. For some reason, I picked up the telephone and answered it, but only heard silence. A moment later, I started hearing modem sounds again so I quickly hung up.

Shortly after that, I saw one of the welcome (login) screens for Paul's Waka Waka BBS being drawn on a monitor in color ANSI; except in this case, the background was white instead of the usual black. I was going to then ask Paul when he put his BBS back up.

Then I woke up.



April 30, 2010
I only had a brief dream segment that I could remember...I was walking toward my old place of work, the now-defunct Six Eleven Tavern in Seattle WA. USA., and a police officer stopped me and said "Give this to Roger at the Six Eleven" {Roger was one of the night bartenders there in the waking world} while handing me a small piece of paper. It was a vehicular ticket of some type -- either a parking ticket or a speeding ticket. I asked the officer something about a copy of the ticket; but I forgot what he said.

Next thing you know I was approaching the bar, and Jim Feigley, the bar's owner, opens the front door right as I'm approaching it, so I enter. It appeared to be morning ; as there was still junk on the tables from the previous night. And I believe that there may have been an event (such as a drag show) scheduled for later that evening. I looked at the ticket that the policeman had given to me and asked to pass on; it had a fancy "Six Eleven" graphic occupying approximately 25% of its upper surface.

Next thing I remember is standing in front of the three-basin Auto-Chlor sink douching out a bar rag, then I woke up.








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