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It's the perfect time to kick back and talk about my latest dream. This one involves technology. I'm on a table, lying on my back. I'm resting comfortably, even though convalescent green, plastic gloved hands are crossing my field of vision with medical instruments and microchips and wires which dangle threateningly. I can hear them talking. A woman's voice says, 'This one's to make him scream, and this one sends him to the bathroom...' And then a man's voice breaks in and shouts, 'Good God! Look at the back of his head! Are you trying to turn him into the Sputnik satellite?' But I'm still totally at ease with my surroundings. I wish I knew what it meant. It's not a nightmare. It can't be if I'm relaxed and unafraid.
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Sunday, August 8, 2010
The Improbable Dream
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