Maybe it’s just the stress or something, but I had another weird dream last night. Oh, before that, the elation and extasy of not driving turned on me yesturday when tig‘s [archive.org link] starter went on him. Bah.
I had a dream about (indirectly) <bleah> malda. Apparently we (for unknown values of “we”) were going on a trip or excursion of some sort to the geek compound. On the way there we had to fly of course, and when going through customs I was asked if I could take off my coat please (there didn’t seem to be a metal detector, so people just put their coats through a scanner). I did, as I had my pilot in it. As the rest of my people went on, I was asked by the american dude, “sir, do you realize you have a $10,000 bill here?” Turning around he had a canadian $10 from my jacket pocket pressed up to the glass. Long dream short, we argued for a while about the fact that the funny design might make it look like there are extra ‘0’s, but that was indeed only worth $10. Then he went through my wallet and found the 20 pound sterling bill I had there, and asked what the hell is this.
I’m not sure if it was socio-political commentary or not, but the dream was all about this. I did get out of there when a more clued airport dude arrived though….
I have a feeling where this came from I think… well, the clueless airport dude anyway. I watched “City of Angels” the tv series last night. I thought it would be like it’s namesake, the movie and have angels wandering around a hospital (like the ads indicated). Sadly though it was just your standard small time hospital that cares about their patients mixed with some ER like lame soap opera elements. The episode involved an evaluation by some lame evaluator guy (who mistook gas for a heart attack). Oh well, maybe they’ll get it right next time.
<shudder> malda….
/me goes to get his brain flossed