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Heh

Quickie

OK, I'm on my way out the door, but WTF with these dreams I'm having lately? I won't even bother to talk about the other day, but last night, among other things, I rescued a dog (my grandfather's dog - he and the dog are both dead, but I called her the name of my other grandfather's dog, both of whom are also dead, but that dog was the littermate of the other dog); talked about the resident ghost of an old man's residence; rescued a man from suicide, and then apologized to him because, oh yes, I did now remember that we'd had this discussion last week, and no, I honestly don't remember if I had told you I wouldn't interfere; and was a staff member for Obama's campaign, offering to go out to breakfast with him when it was over, but instead helped Hillary and Chelsea (who ended up being one of David's kids, and we talked about his other kids as her siblings) clean up the venue.

There are more details, of course, but like I said, I'm running. Need to go to Alpharetta to get my glasses fixed, and I'm taking myself on a bookstore date for Biden and Palin's books.

Ciao!