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Dreamed last night that I was at a computer/technology convention. It was being held in a large facility near a seedy part of town. It was somewhat like the Renaissance Center in Detroit, which is near the old Greek Town area. It was night and the streets were dark and eerie looking. I was going from one area of the center to another. I saw a woman who looked like a person I knew in PA. She saw me looking at her and asked me what I wanted. I stammered that I had thought she was someone else and excused myself. I said, "I thought you were a woman I know--Kim." She remarked, "Well, I could be Kim." She said it in an ironic way. About then, I noticed that I was holding a small child. I believe it was my granddaughter Jude. I felt a little strange holding a baby in the midst of all that was going on, but no one else seemed to care.

I left the center and headed for a pastry shop that was nearby. It was late and the place looked like it was closed. There was a woman still working behind the counter. She was talking to a man who was standing near the register. I asked if she were still open and she said she was, but that I had to take what was available. She showed me some large cinnamon swirls, which she had to cut into quarters in order for them to fit into a bag. I paid her for the pastries and went back outside.

I walked for a while and ended up at a small shop. It was the offices of two people I knew (CW and BP). They were inside busily packaging up some software products. They had a booth at the show and they were getting ready for tomorrow's sessions. I shared the pastries with them and we talked about how their business was doing. The baby was still with me, sleeping quietly despite all of the movement and activity. I got the impression from CW that he wanted to ask me about the possibility of loaning him some money. They needed some cash to pay for the production of a quantity of the software packages they were selling. They had lots of orders, but needed some money to pay for the production costs. CW never got around to asking me directly. He was building up to do so when I felt that I needed to leave. With that, the dreaming stopped.

The dream was very detailed and lengthy.

I watched Passage to India today. I recall seeing the film before I went to India. I thought that it was kind of artsy and didn't really portray India. After going to India, I realize how accurate the story/film is in terms of what happens there. I want to go visit those caves and go to Srinagar, which I got near to but didn't visit. Maybe in the next life!