Sunday, 20 March 1994
this morning

wow, it's mostly faded now, i really wanted to remember this one

jD was doing some kind of biology experiment that was going to
get launched into space and orbit the earth, and the funding for it
was iffy, he was competing with some scientist down the hall in his
building for the space onboard the shuttle

and jD's project got cancelled

and then it wasn't jD, it was the other scientist, and HE got cancelled
but he was really mad. so he cam into the ofice where I worked, which
amazingly resembled a post office, except with a lot of desks behind
the counter instead of whatever is there in post offices, and he shrieked
"cut my funding will you! I can't believe you are denying me my position!"
[on the shuttle for his experiments] and he pulled out a shot gun and

[=click=]
there was nothing in the chamber, it was unloaded. and all of us, who
were just underlings and really didn't want to be hurt for something
we had no control over, breathed a Great Big Sigh of Relief.

and the dude went "oh shit" because now agents were coming to get him
for bringing a firearm into a federal building, so then he pulled out
a sawed off shot gun [=BLAM BLAM=] and sprayed buckshot everywhere

and then adrienne started the shower and it woke me up


damn. i wish i could remember the details of jD's experiment, it was
so typically jD I was laughing in the dream.

Posted by dracon at 20 March 1994 16:40
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