I dreamt that I really needed to get gas, and all I had was this funky gas
card for "Gulf" gasoline, except the logo wasn't right for the real company.
So I pulled into this gas station that used to be the USA gas near my mom's
house, but now it was a Gulf. The way the station worked was that you pulled
up to a booth and paid and then went and pumped your gas at the next available
pump. But somehow I got pointed the wrong way, and I had to turn around, and
well you know how aggravating other drivers are at gas stations, they are
always in your way...and I had *so* much difficulty getting my truck turned
around....

i dreamed that for some reason the catholic church regained most of
its former power and they had come to our house to inspect and ensure
that we (heather and I) weren't heretics or pagans.

somehow i got wind of this before hand and managed to hide all the evidence

I don't remember any of my dreams last night, or this morning. I don't
even know *if* I dreamed. All I know is that I woke up with the original
version of FUNKYTOWN residing through my head. jD, I am going to step
on your foot the next time I see you. :P

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

I dreamt that I was living in this other place, and that one of the
little rats got pregnant and had lots and lots of little ratbabies
in the ashtray of my pickup, which for some reason was stuck in the
top floppy drive bay of my old 286.

and I had to go and get this poster of _The Piano_, which was starring
Uma Thurmann (?-sp), but it was an old 20's flick. and I got a poster
and a postcard of it, autographed by her in purple calligrapher's pen,
for my friend Eugene. The whole time, I had to carry the ashtray with
the babies in it, and try not to let any of them fall out, while not
being able to touch them.

I need to get rid of the extra rats.

oh, and Uma was a 20's silent movie star, dressed in the style of the
times and everything. I felt very out of place.

i dreamed that heather was teaching me how to play ultimate
frisbee, except it was indoors, and once you got good you no
longer played it with a frisbee, but a blue requetball, which
would seem to float in the air becuase it would spin so fast.

and i thought boy, if i wrote a paper on the aerodynamic flow
around the ball, i could be famous.

later, we switched to a square (or rather cube) "ball"

well, this was really weird, but I dreamt I was ms cinnamon girl up^^
there. I don't really remember everything I did in my dream, the
dream was sort of a "day in the life of" style, but I remember this
overwhelming sensation of "I wouldn't do this *this* way!" but I
couldn't stop it, because I wasn't *me*, so of course things were
getting done differently. It was so weird. Like I was locked into
a personality that didn't fit me right.

well my dream then segued into this horrible part where not only was
I forced to watch all of _Gone with the Wind_, I was also forced to
sit through all the sequels and parodies and TV spoofs of it ever
made, none of which, of course had Clark Gable in them. >shudder<
[i really dilike _Gone with the Wind_ and, frankly, most of the tales
of the rape of the South after the Civil War. WHich is probably what
forced me into the next part of the dream...]