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I dreamed last night that I was at a "work resort"--a place where people came to work, but that was set up like a resort. The whole place was like an ongoing carnival. The atmosphere was festive and the place had lots of rides, eating pavilions, gardens and fun things to do. There were rides like this one that had seats in long plastic tubes. The tube would start moving along a channel. At some point, a powerful blast of water would strike one end of the tube and send it zooming along a track. Additional water blasts would hit it again and again as it moved along, sending the tube moving faster and faster.

At one point, I was sitting on a low wall that was near the beach. There were several of us jammed together on the wall with people sitting above and behind us on a rising set of seats. We were waiting for some event to take place. Next to me was Steve Jobs. He was reading a new type of magazine. The pages were interactive and connected wirelessly to the Internet.

The page he was looking at was of a facility in Hong Kong. The people in the pictures on the page were being videocast live from Hong Kong. The pages danced and blinked as new information was accessed for the various stories and active areas.

I remember wondering how the people ever managed to get anything done in such an environment. The people themselves didn't really seem to care. They were just partying away.

I awoke feeling a lot of energy from the dream. It was a happy, joyous, energizing dream.
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I forgot that the chiropractor opened up later on Tuesday. I got there before anyone was around. I went and had breakfast and then returned to the office once they opened. Watched an interesting dance at the breakfast place. The two waitresses seemed to be bickering. One kept telling the other one to do things, which she purposely ignored and did not do. Then later, when the first waitress was on a phone, the other one kept coming by and saying things to her. It wasn't like there were dozens of tables and orders to handle. The place was only moderately full. I wondered what their tension was about. Also wondered why two people in such a situation wouldn't work together more instead of competing. The guy who ran the place seemed oblivious to what was going on. He was busy talking to regular customers at the counter. Breakfast was OK (eggs, sausage, pancakes and juice). The drama didn't seem to affect the cooks.

After my chiropractic treatment, I went to see GH and brought her up to date on my state of being. She pointed me to several books that deal with death, time, energy management and quantum theories. I'll check the library for those books as well as refresh my stockpile of fiction works. She stopped the world with a question about who was living my life. I felt myself shift and load, so it seemed, as I pondered that question.

It was almost one of those butterfly/man scenes--where the poet wonders if he is a man dreaming he's a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he's a man. Same state of wonderment as I pondered the question.

Windy today. Windy and warm. A few errands to be done, get some lunch, pop out to the library, and then dance class tonight. Who are what is living my life? Will keep that query up on the radar screen as the day(s) unfolds.