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Had very vivid nightmares last night about being sentenced to death.  Not death row, or anything, just a committee that decided I was going to die <em>tomorrow</em>.  The let me do whatever I wanted for a 24 hours or whatever, but very few people that I told believed that I was actually going to die the next day.  I walked around, concerned about what would happen when I suddenly didn't show up for work, didn't come home, never visited parents, never connected to the internet again..  I mentioned several times in the dream that I wasn't too worried about my death, about how it would feel or if I would go anywhere after that, so much as that I either wouldn't get to say goodbye to people that I cared about, or that the people I did say goodbye to never believed me.  It was infuriating - and by the time the scheduled execution came around, I was ready and willing just because I was so frustrated with trying to get people to take me seriously - I walked proudly into the circular room, and went out the door on the other side and, á là Terry Prachett's Lord Vetinary's door, fell down a Very Deep Hole on the other side.  That's when I woke up.

Today, Elliott, one of my very good composer friends, stopped by my work specifically to say goodbye to me, so that felt really good - to actually be earnest in a farewell after a dream lacking those from others.

Today's ride should be a long one.  Taking the Spring Creek trail South, West along Harmony to either Taft hill or Overland Trail, north to LaPorte, East and South home.

EDIT: some links from today: <a href="http://www.unitedmedia.com/comics/hedge/archive/hedge-20070621.html">There's a comic strip?</a>.  Also, <a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/photo/2007-06/22/content_900473.htm">cute :3</a>