While poking around the web this evening I came across a posting on beliefnet.com. I don’t normally visit this site as the experts culled from their staff for comments on NPR are normally morons. This post made me smile and even comment.

I was on my way out the door. So close and yet, now an hour later, still so far away. We had an outage at work that, for at least a few minutes, took out our network connectivity. I verified that we were back up and was about to leave when my boss called and asked that I join the outage bridge.

I’ve been on the call for thirty minutes and the only piece of informaiton they needed from me was obtained in the first thirty seconds I was on the call.

Awesome.

Wired.com had an article on high end sports cars. I totally had a Countach postor. Mine even had glass and a frame.

I normally don’t remember my dreams. In fact there are only a few that I can look back on that I’ve ever remembered beyond a few seconds after I woke up. Both of these were very vivid and were still quite clear when I woke.

The first took place in what was meant to be the site in San Angelo. I was giving a building tour to two people from the Oak Ridge site. We checked in at Security and my badge from when I was working in Texas was in the pile, though in the dream it was just a piece of laminated paper with my name on it. The building, as I said, was only meant to be San Angelo but looked more like the sites in West Virginia – we were looking for two of the staff members from Texas though. We got on the elevator and it started to take us up to the sixth floor. After a few seconds the elevator jolted to a stop and the floor indicator read “tilt.” Then the elevator car began to turn towards the doors and went into a free fall.

The second took place on Edgemore road between Solway and Bull Run, just past the boat launch. I was in a boat, alone at first then with someone from work. A police officer came by and asked if we have a fishing permit. We told him we weren’t fishing but he insisted we needed the license. As we got out the boat tipped. My co-worker righted the boat while I went to get a fishing permit. When I got to my car there was a deer carcass, mutilated from being hit by a car, on the roof of my car. Across the street Cindy, a girl from work, had stopped to laugh at me before she went to get the paperwork the policeman needed, leaving me to take care of the deer situation on my own.

Like I said, I don’t normally remember my dreams. These two are in my head though. I was actually scared about coming to work today and we don’t even have elevators.