This is the dream.

My dream last night.

My father announced, for some reason, he had bought me a new computer to play games on. It cost $6,000, but it was worth $60,000 to him because he could use it. My father can write e mail, print envelopes, things like that. Not bad for an 80 year old man.

Since he was willing to spend $6,000, I told him he should buy me a Mac. We went to a big box store that sold Macs. At the demo station, we were across from someone else. I showed my father what a Mac could do. I demonstrated the tech that a PC might have in 20 years. Then, he asked me to show him windows.

So, I did.

When I switch from the Mac OS, which is laid upon Unix, it asks me for a password. But I had to click a button first. The bottom said, if you were not familiar with Windows, click here. The top asked for password. But not just that. The screen read "Beloved! Sign into Windows now!"

I muttered "If Windows really loved me, it would not crash all the time,"

The fellow from across the desk from me replied "That's right."

The dream ended there.