Don't Bother to Answer, It's Me
I dreamt that I was at a dance studio talking to the owner about classes and property lines and I got dizzy and had to lie down on the bed in the studio. The dance teacher was talking to someone else about digging up the bodies and property lines. And they both got in the bed and we took off down the freeway. then they were the Human Resources people from Stanford and suddenly they told me I had to get off the bed (we had been talking about Parviz's bad drving and how he really ground the gears which I knew was true from an earlier dream when he was driving a school bus) they started pushing me out of the bed and I was like no not here I'll get bad road rash from the freeway. So they stopped at a roadside restaurant and I asked to borrow a phone. The first phone was a clam shell cell phone and it was losing power so I looked around and finally spotted a rotary phone. I dialed dennis to ask him to pick me up and then I woke up and his cell phone was ringing. It was the alarm to wake us up for the ride this morning. I said don't bother to answer it's me.

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