so i had this dream last night of a tall office tower laregly empty, staffed only with white-collar workers devoid of all life. they would sit in random chairs, staring at nothing, convinced in their own minds that they were doing important jobs. like some kind of 'unplugged' matrix these poor wretches were being tricked, dupped into some kind of fantasy land. it was my job, along with a roomate and a co-worker, to break the psychic hold this building (or the buildings true owners) had on these morons.
some kind of heavy-handed metaphore for the corporate life i fear?
anyway, i'm fairly sure lightsabers get involved at some point and the three of us find ourselves outside, sometimes getting lost, stumbling through some kind of concrete structure that looked a lot like the underside to a very large bridge. there we meet up with all these kids (our age) having a party. there's bottle-rockets, campfires, and a whole lot of noise. while we sit down to a well deserved rest from trying to save the world i meet this woman, maybe a little young for me (i consider anyone under 23 'a little young for me'), sitting by a fire. we talk, kiss, and all of a sudden have this huge outpouring of emotion. she cried, i kissed her tears, she mumbled things, and all of a sudden i felt this complete envolepment of love. alas, i awoke shortly thereafter, not knowing her name, having only a vague idea of what she looks like. all i could say at 4 in the morning was "damn".
i was grumpy at work for hours. who was she?
some kind of heavy-handed metaphore for the corporate life i fear?
anyway, i'm fairly sure lightsabers get involved at some point and the three of us find ourselves outside, sometimes getting lost, stumbling through some kind of concrete structure that looked a lot like the underside to a very large bridge. there we meet up with all these kids (our age) having a party. there's bottle-rockets, campfires, and a whole lot of noise. while we sit down to a well deserved rest from trying to save the world i meet this woman, maybe a little young for me (i consider anyone under 23 'a little young for me'), sitting by a fire. we talk, kiss, and all of a sudden have this huge outpouring of emotion. she cried, i kissed her tears, she mumbled things, and all of a sudden i felt this complete envolepment of love. alas, i awoke shortly thereafter, not knowing her name, having only a vague idea of what she looks like. all i could say at 4 in the morning was "damn".
i was grumpy at work for hours. who was she?
lydia:
Happy Birthday
dr_john:
owwwww! happy birthday.