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Several dreams last night. One took place in a design shop. I happened to bump into one of the directors of the shop and he invited me in to look at some of their latest projects. They had developed some unique properties that could be used in many forms in electronic media. The shop was nothing special, just a renovated warehouse with high ceilings and exposed vent and electrical systems. There was no indication in the office layout that the design team were so innovative and leading edge. The place looked utilitarian and basically functional.

After looking over several of their designs and concepts, I had to move on. I had a plane to catch. The trip to the airport became the second dream. The roads were packed. I was concerned that I would miss my flight. The surroundings looked like a city in Asia. There was nothing familiar except various signs with airplane images and arrows pointing to the terminals. At one point, I had gotten into a snarl of vehicles and couldn't progress. I took a side street and found myself on an airplane taxi lane. There were planes coming toward me. The lane was narrow with just enough room on the left to pull in tight and let the planes pass. I made it up the lane, against plane traffic, and ended up at the terminals. At that point, I awoke.

There were other dream fragments, none of which I recall in detail. The striking thing about all of the scenes was the clarity of the images (people, vehicles, aircraft, etc.) and the sense of everything being functional and basic. No mysterious beings and no futuristic objects. Just plain, matter of fact people, places, things. The only unusual items were the designs I was shown in the shop.

Getting a slow start today. Dance class, last night, was great, but exhausting. Two new dances (Gordita Linda and another one) plus reviews of last week's dances and a few others. Two hours went by in a flash. I retired to the BR ice cream parlor for the Tuesday night special--$1 a scoop ice cream. I had Thunder and Lightning.

Tonight will go to bookstore for talk by a Tibetan professor of Buddhist Philosophy. Getting into a good rhythm with everything--reading, dreaming, sleeping, writing, practicing, eating, and such. Feeling myself balancing out, coming to a still point.

Spent some time yesterday (and will do so today) combing Craigslist for possible work (gig) opportunities and the perfect housing option. There are some strange listings on the list. Makes it interesting to browse and see what the world is up to--sort of.

Well, to maintain my physical body, I need to get out and find some lunch/brunch/munch. Can't loose any more weight, have to stop and masticate.