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<entry>
    <title>Space Shuttles and Pot</title>
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2007:/dreams//3.4105</id>
    
    <published>2007-11-01T12:35:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T04:03:33Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Living at my old neighbors, one of my elementary and high school friends Lee and wife come by to stay to wait for webnames.ca who have a sale the next day. Next day comes and they go but as I...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Living at my old neighbors, one of my elementary and high school friends Lee and wife come by to stay to wait for webnames.ca who have a sale the next day.  Next day comes and they go but as I try to call him on his BB to find out something a bunch of people show up thinking my house is a bar and the guy is smoking a joint and I throw him out (with words) and he backs right down and runs off.  I was relieved that he actually left and didn't see through me ranting and raving at him.</p>

<p>Also a local country music radio station and the space shuttle had a contest or collaboration or something going, but I missed what it was on the radio when we were all driving back home so I've been trying to find out by calling around.</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Going Back to School</title>
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2006:/dreams//3.3982</id>
    
    <published>2006-11-29T13:48:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T23:33:22Z</updated>
    
    <summary>This was a weird one, I&apos;ll only list the high points and hope I can fill it in with narrative later for time. - school burned down, parents send me (present day) back to school in the UK - confused,...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>This was a weird one, I'll only list the high points and hope I can fill it in with narrative later for time.</p>

<p> - school burned down, parents send me (present day) back to school in the UK<br />
 - confused, ask specifically 'so when we get back home [from school] I'll pack my bags and go to school and not come back here in the evening?'<br />
 - get (wedding?) pictures taken by guy who I think is Jamie Oliver before leaving, sit upstairs in house bitching and complaining about the process / need for pics (not him) before going downstairs and having shoot happen<br />
 - he takes pics using odd floral patterened mattress as backdrop <br />
 - don't remember actual shoot, but it ends late at night and he is tired and I offer him coffee before leaving, which he declines but says that the trip to home (south of England) is long and he sometimes mis-calculates because of the "slews"? at the end<br />
 - next day (?) go to new school, big ivy covered affair, lots of girls<br />
 - no, not next day, cause I have to pack up my computer and gear (stuff from work though, remember the black 19" lcd monitor)<br />
 - call cat5 after doing so early in the morning (7am IIRC) and wake him up, but he gets to the phone before his parents wake up and tell me not to call so early (not in a mean way though).  I arrange to meet up with him later on in the morning, but don't think I ever do.<br />
 - lots of people from my high school, loralee c, tracy s, michelle c I am remembering.  seems like the people in the dream are people that I liked or liked me, not the assholes<br />
 - comment to michelle c that it's just like highschool all over again, isn't that wierd<br />
 - meet up with wedding photog jamie oliver again, and he takes my picture out in the fields or something.  I'm holding a cup that spills fire down it's side, I say isn't that cool and drop it down a cliff.  He's there taking pictures of it but doesn't fire shutter until (I thought) way way too late, and he takes pictures by holding two table lamps (for light?) and following it down the cliff (which I don't see because I'm not at the right spot) taking pictures.  Camera must be on a remote trigger because I don't see anything but the table lamps in his hands, but hear the shutter clicking.  Also he seems to follow the target with his hands but no camera present<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Bye Bye Computers</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2005/09/bye_bye_computers.html" />
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2005:/dreams//3.3862</id>
    
    <published>2005-09-21T15:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>In my dream I got home and found that one of my computers was open and had the hard drive taken out. Then the next, and the next... someone had gone in at night and STOLEN ALL MY HARD DRIVES!!...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        In my dream I got home and found that one of my computers was open and had the hard drive taken out.  Then the next, and the next... someone had gone in at night and STOLEN ALL MY HARD DRIVES!!  I was basically left with empty shells of computers, which didn&apos;t do me very good at all.  I was quite traumatized.
        
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<entry>
    <title>Evil Twins</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2005/03/evil_twins.html" />
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2005:/dreams//3.3861</id>
    
    <published>2005-03-08T18:29:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Someone from work gave me something to give to someone that he needed to thank for something. He was just giving a little note of thanks or something, nothing big, and he wrote up a partial note with some instructions...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        Someone from work gave me something to give to someone that he needed to thank for something.  He was just giving a little note of thanks or something, nothing big, and he wrote up a partial note with some instructions (&quot;add logo here&quot; type of thing) and a nice ornate wooden box as well [no doubt from the fact that the accountant I was at last night showed her husbands woodworking to me].  So he gives me this stuff and asks me to go and deliver it and tells me &quot;avoid the twins&quot;, as apparently there were some killer twins around [fear factor last night was &apos;twins fear factor&apos;].  So I&apos;m riding my bike along in the dark and drive up a gravel road.  As I come around the corner there are two bodies lying on the road and before I can stop I drive in between them, and screech to a halt, hoping they hadn&apos;t seen me.  As I&apos;m turning around to get the hell out of there I see them sit up and start to get up, then I wake up....
        
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<entry>
    <title>Me &apos;n Spiderman</title>
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2005:/dreams//3.3860</id>
    
    <published>2005-01-11T15:28:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I&apos;m pretty sure I wasn&apos;t spiderman, but I was hanging out with him. We were up north and he (in the form of another guy) was showing me the sights around. At one point we went into a small store...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        I&apos;m pretty sure I wasn&apos;t spiderman, but I was hanging out with him.  We were up north and he (in the form of another guy) was showing me the sights around.  At one point we went into a small store and he (other dude) suggested a specific treat from the shelves. 

Later on we were being chased by people.  I don&apos;t remember being afraid, it was more like the sort of chasing you get at the schoolyard, where you&apos;re afraid, but not for your life (at least that&apos;s how it was when I was in school).  There was some webslinging and running and zipping around in the bush and in old wooden houses and structures I really don&apos;t remember well.

Eventually we lost the people chasing us and were just walking through the bush, and then along the top of a structure (think the top of the subway tressle in spiderman 2) in the bush, talking about how to get away better.  Now we&apos;d lost them we had to blend in, and we had to hide the bag of stuff we had.  We didn&apos;t want to lose it and he suggested that we list everything in it and give it to the guys chasing us (or something like that) and I said no, we can just hide it somewhere and come back for it.   The one item I remember that was in the bag other than the aformentioned treat was a gordon lightfoot CD.

Later on we were in the Maple Ridge library of old.  I was looking at books (on the linux kernel maybe??) and when I checked out some random person started talking to me and eventually we moved back towards the racks of books and he suggested a dessert, which was there in the magazine racks (or something like that).
        
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<entry>
    <title>Redirects</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/12/redirects.html" />
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2004:/dreams//3.3859</id>
    
    <published>2004-12-16T10:38:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>My issues the other day at work have crossed into dreamland. I had a dream that there was somewhere I had to go but could only get there with a redirect to /zeus, but it was going to the wrong...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        My issues the other day at work have crossed into dreamland.  I had a dream that there was somewhere I had to go but could only get there with a redirect to /zeus, but it was going to the wrong place.
        
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<entry>
    <title>Ketchup?</title>
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2004:/dreams//3.3858</id>
    
    <published>2004-11-29T18:19:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I was at a Chieftens concert with my friend Brian... during the intermission we drove out to the country and ended up seeing an old girlfriend of mine, Llau at her home on the side of a big hill. The...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
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        I was at a Chieftens concert with my friend Brian... during the intermission we drove out to the country and ended up seeing an old girlfriend of mine, Llau at her home on the side of a big hill.  The area looked almost like the Okanagan, dry but not too dusty.  I talked to Llau a bit and asked how things were going.  She was looking good and fit and told me that she was making money but I don&apos;t remember how.  Then she dripped some ketchup on her stomach and put her finger in it then licked it in a mildly provocative way.  Not at me, but in demonstration.  Not sure if this was how she made money in this dream or not.  Trippy though.  Btw, Llau, if you&apos;re reading this, it was just a wacked out dream and doesn&apos;t mean anything :)
        
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<entry>
    <title>Job Interview</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/09/job_interview.html" />
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2004:/dreams//3.3857</id>
    
    <published>2004-09-20T16:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Must be thinking about this a bit too hard lately. I had a job interview at TSC Software (where ScoobyD works) and it went well. At the end though the guy came out and said that the other guy that...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
    </author>
    
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        <![CDATA[Must be thinking about this a bit too hard lately.  I had a job interview at <a href="http://www.tscsoftware.com/">TSC Software</a> (where <a href="http://scoobyd.net">ScoobyD</a> works) and it went well.  At the end though the guy came out and said that the other guy that was there interviewing got the programmer job, and he was sure that they could find something for me, or something that indicated I was out of luck or wasn't going to get a job above mailroom clerk.  
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In a fit of go-getter-ness I asked if he had fixed the problem they were having with their DNS server (something about individual clients would sign up and need to get <EM>customername.</EM>tscsoftware.com as a DNS entry, but it was slow or had to be set up manually or something.  Anyway, I worked a little magic setting a DNS wildcard, and he was very happy.  Not sure if I got the job at the end though :)]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>House Burning Down Dream</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/07/house_burning_down_dream.html" />
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    <published>2004-07-05T11:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Dreamt the house burned down. We had insurance, $100,000 on the contents and the same amount on the property. Firefly&apos;s brother was the person we hired to do the property, level it out or knock down the burnt out house...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        <![CDATA[Dreamt the house burned down.  We had insurance, $100,000 on the contents and the same amount on the property.  Firefly's brother was the person we hired to do the property, level it out or knock down the burnt out house or something, but the $100,000 didn't quite cover it, and he wouldn't / couldn't finish the job.
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We jumped to our stuff, which I was happy about, because I could consolidate many things for fewer.  IE: I lost a stereo system with 5 components and I could replace those with only 3, better components.   We went to a warf and there was a big display of stuff there, and we had to separate our stuff (I thought it was all burnt up? WTF?) into a keep or throw away pile, and I had to go and find cardboard to put the signs on.  Trippy.]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Scanner Dreams</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/06/scanner_dreams.html" />
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2004:/dreams//3.3855</id>
    
    <published>2004-06-14T14:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Dreamt about scanners last night, which isn&apos;t that strange seeing as I was doing a lot of thinking about that last night it&apos;s not surprising. In the dream I was working with the scanner and getting bad colors (or was...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        <![CDATA[Dreamt about scanners last night, which isn't that strange seeing as I was doing a <a href="/blog/archives/2004/06/13/new_kvm_riddick_and_general_unpreparedness_for_scanning.html">lot of thinking about that</a> last night it's not surprising.  In the dream I was working with the scanner and getting bad colors (or was that in real life last night?) and went to do some testing by scanning and then printing things out.  I borrowed a visa card from the other coder at work and scanned it and printed it out and the colors were just terrible.  I found they were better once I let them dry but they were still bad if you viewed them from the right (wrong) angle.  I took my query to the camera store where I go and they gave let me use a big computer to see if I could figure it out.  I think I also dreamt that Linux now supported my scanner, but sadly when I checked this morning I found that <a href="http://www.sane-project.org/unsupported/hp-scanjet-4570c.html">this isn't true</a> :(]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Looking for Houses in The Strangest of Places</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/05/looking_for_houses_in_the_stra.html" />
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    <published>2004-05-28T14:28:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Firefly was looking at houses and found one but no realtor would show it to her. It was in Israel. I asked if she really wanted to live there and she got very huffy and said that dammit it was...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        <![CDATA[Firefly was looking at houses and found one but no realtor would show it to her.  It was in Israel.  I asked if she really wanted to live there and she got very huffy and said that dammit it was the principle of the thing.  She found a realtor in Israel and we went there, and looked around.  I think we had to change realors at one point though.  Anyway, on the way back she wanted to see the gaza strip.  In my dream it was a bit like a big area in a mall, all blown out and sandy and rocky, with a strip going through it that was walled to about waist height and is just wide enough to walk through.  On the end it goes through a wall and into the rest of the mall, which is quite nice.  
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As we were leaving Firefly wanted to see the gaza strip, and so we did (I hope in my dream I protested).  As we were leaving our realtor grabbed her baby carriage and started talking to the guard at the end, and I just knew she was actually a suicide bomber with a baby carriage full of explosives.  She pushed the carriage towards the guard and as it fell I dropped down and yelled "bomb".  Dana had appeared out of nowhere coming down the strip to get out into the mall and he executed a military-grade drop and cover just as the carriage hit the ground.  Nothing happened.  He came through the exit into the mall just as they were cranking it shut.  Not sure where he went then but Firefly was back and we decided to keep looking for real estate closer to home.]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>McDonalds Drivethrough Nightmare</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/05/mcdonalds_drivethrough_nightma.html" />
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    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2004:/dreams//3.3853</id>
    
    <published>2004-05-09T16:45:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:44Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I had this dream, nay nightmare last night. I was working at McDonalds on the drivethrough, no training, no experience, just thrown in there. I screwed everything up. There was a long lineup and I was soooo slow. I wasn&apos;t...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        <![CDATA[I had this dream, nay nightmare last night.  I was working at McDonalds on the drivethrough, no training, no experience, just thrown in there.  I screwed everything up.  There was a long lineup and I was <EM>soooo</EM> slow.  I wasn't taking orders but I was building the food at the second window.  Orders would show up on a computer screen in front of me, I had to decipher what they meant, build them and give them to the cars that drove up.  I didn't have any of the fancy machines to put on the mustard and whatnot so I had to do it by hand with condiment packages.  At one point I had a machine on the wall to squirt mustard out but it turns out it was water.  I still poured it all over the burger, with a guy waiting right there and watching, even though there was a big 'water' sign there.  
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I screwed up everything else too...   At one point I had to make a big mac or something, two paddies, lots of toppings.... just messed it right up by somehow making two of them and then trying to get them into one wrapper on top of each other, then realizing that I had two and found that I couldn't even get one in!  Other things I did in this dream was once with a mis-shaped burger pattie I just squished it into the bun so it fit, and I think I actually took a bit off of another so it would fit.  What a nightmare.]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Walmart Greeters at the Health Spa</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://arcterex.net/dreams/2004/04/walmart_greeters_at_the_health.html" />
    <link rel="service.edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://arcterex.net/mt/mt-atom.cgi/weblog/blog_id=3/entry_id=3852" title="Walmart Greeters at the Health Spa" />
    <id>tag:arcterex.net,2004:/dreams//3.3852</id>
    
    <published>2004-04-30T14:22:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:43Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Staying with an old friend, and another buddy of mine is there as well. Heading to a health spa or resteraunt. Get there, drop them off, I go to park the car. Have go do some wierd turns to get...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
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        Staying with an old friend, and another buddy of mine is there as well.  Heading to a health spa or resteraunt.  Get there, drop them off, I go to park the car.  Have go do some wierd turns to get it back into the parking lot, but eventually make it. Get there and a guy resembling a walmart greeter points me to an empty space.  As I turn I get too close to him and hit his chest (somehow my car got very tall) and he looks pained but says he&apos;s all right.  I&apos;m concerned I broke the old guys ribs or something, but he insists.  Ok, whatever.  Friends come out of the resteraunt and... something.  Eventually we are all in there and buddy looks very carefully at the steak he got.  Ok, that&apos;s all I remember, mostly the part about hitting the walmart greeter guy.
        
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    <title>Cameras, Camera, Cameras</title>
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    <published>2004-04-02T19:23:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:43Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Walking up the beach, talking on the phone to Keth while listening to something on earphones (probably the phone). Decide to go into the water so I talk off my shoes, roll up my pants, etc. Walk in, still talking...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
        <uri>http://arcterex.net/blog</uri>
    </author>
    
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        <![CDATA[Walking up the beach, talking on the phone to Keth while listening to something on earphones (probably the phone).  Decide to go into the water so I talk off my shoes, roll up my pants, etc.  Walk in, still talking on the phone.  Decide to dunk my head under water by talking a little swim, forget about the phone (walkman on my belt?).  Still talking to Keth and I worry about trying to explain the noise when my head and the headphones/headset/mic goes under water.
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Later, at dinner with my folks, dad picks off something from my head and looks at it like he's going to eat it, I tell him not to, it's seaweed.
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Camera store, getting all stressed because I found a good deal and want to take advantage of it, but am worried because it's still a lot of money.  I found the Pentax Digital <EM>*ist</EM> for the same price as the Canon Digital Rebel, or the Rebel with no lense combined with a good IS lense with decent zoom like Kelora has.  Trying to figure a way to get it for free, guy at the camera store says something about a contest, and it's me and one other person (a girl maybe) taking pictures, running around the store, using the different cameras (the d-rebel and the d-*ist).  I want the <EM>*ist</EM> but would take either at this point.]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Punks and Cameras</title>
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    <published>2004-03-12T16:02:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-28T22:29:43Z</updated>
    
    <summary>I had come back to somewhere with some people. I saw the same street kid that I saw last night (in real life) whom Silverstr had given a toonie to &quot;for food&quot;. In my dream he was smoking a joint...</summary>
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        <name>Arcterex</name>
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        <![CDATA[I had come back to somewhere with some people.  I saw the same street kid that I saw last night (in real life) whom Silverstr had given a toonie to "for food".  In my dream he was smoking a joint and living it up.  I had my camera with me and was thinking about taking a picture but didn't.  One of his cohorts, also with a camera around his shoulders (a nice rebel digital though) told me to give him my camera.  I refused and he insisted, and I left before he started insisting with his fists.  I called the cops and some arrived.  They were Sully from Third Watch and a couple others from that make believe world.  
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They asked what it would take and I told them that the kids weren't really a problem.  Yoakus said something about a suit job and I noticed Sully had come in a nice suit, probably for undercover.  The others went off and Sully and I went to find the kids.  They had dissapeared and we went into the pub to get a beer and play some pool.  At one point he got pissed at me because I had used up all his bandwidth some doing something so he couldn't check the history of the kid from back at the station.
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An interesting meld of real life and non-real life dream....]]>
        
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