Thanks Parker! (wrong address)/dreams

[Neil Ward]

Parker said:

<<I e-mailed you today about the weekly discussions & I just got a message
back from dircon that you are unknown to them. Apparently they had been
trying to get this to you all day & they finally gave up.

Ooops!  Silly me - I gave the wrong address on list.  It should have been
neilward at dircon.co.uk (no dot between neil and ward).  Thanks for the shout.
Dircon has been playing up, actually, but this was my stupidity.

Rev. Amy Z said:

<<Uh-oh.  I hope Neil didn't get sacked for running around the office with
split pants.  ....Seriously, Neil, I do hope your week ended more happily
than it began.  Enjoy the weekend.>>

LOL.  Actually, it got worse.  I came home on Friday evening to find that a
water main had burst outside a housdown the road from me, resulting in the
water being turned off in the entire street.  Imagine arriving home from
your non-air-conditioned office at 11pm, after a day of 90 degree weather,
to discover that the only water you have in the house is half a litre of
bottled stuff.  The pipe wasn't repaired until 3pm on Saturday.  Meet
Irate!Neil.

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DREAM 1

I had a couple of weird dreams last night.  In the first one, I was giving a
presentation, and I couldn't work out how to operate the overhead projector.
At first it was showing white text on black and I wanted black text on
white.  I pressed buttons wildly and the OHP turned into a TV screen showing
static and rolling images.  In the middle of this, someone came and handed
me a paper programme, and told me that I had to stop and interview two
important guests at strategic points during the presentation; I spotted that
these were incredibly famous people who had done the work I was presenting.

As I couldn't get the OHP working, a woman who looked like a supermodel came
and set it up for me (while I stood aside and looked really dumb).  I
thanked her profusely, and started the presentation.  However, instead of my
overheads, it was a film of several Indian women dancing, dressed in
burnt-orange saris.

Apart from the fact that I'm giving a presentation in Amsterdam on Thursday
(not about dancing Indian women) and have no clue whether they have the
equipment I need, the rest of the dream's events were cyptically symbolic of
a number of specific concerns I have.

DREAM 2

In this one, I was at some sort of jumble sale - perhaps a collectors'
fair - and I came across some brightly-coloured children's bricks.  They
were a bit like large Lego bricks (do those exist outside the UK?).  I was
sifting through a large cardbox box of these, when my companion (a
woman...something like my mother, but not her) screamed out "A Harry Potter
one!"  I grabbed the brick and saw that it was in the shape of a train
engine with Harry Potter's face on the front of it, a bit like Thomas the
Tank Engine.

I put the Harry Potter brick in my pocket, but immediately forgot it was
there.  A few minutes later, I realised it had gone, and we began sifting
through the box again.  I was convinced someone had stolen it, and started
glaring at the people around me .  We took the box into a side-room, away
from prying eyes, and put it on the floor to continue looking.  While we
were searching, an official came up behind me and asked what I was doing.  I
said "nothing," and at that point noticed the brick in my trouser pocket.

I can't usually remember much about dreams, but these two were very clear.
I love the symbolism.  It's so funny when the meaning becomes clear.

Neil

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