We all always feel a need to share dreams, which never make mcuh sense to anyone else. I guess this makes sense, feeling more realistic than they should be is what they *are*. Last night I woke up thinking:
* Dad had fought to the death a doppleganger of him.
Damn you, beckyc! :) OK, but I need to talk to him more.
* I had to ring 411, the emergency services
Hmm. I'm sure I read something about 411 (us directory enquiries?) recently, but I'm not sure.
* I had difficulty connecting to the right department, and for some reason calling police before ambulance.
GAAAAH! HATE BADLY DESIGNED PHONE MENUS!
* Then I couldn't tell which was which
Hmm. Not sure. Could be related to fairly recent confused feelings for a couple of women.
* There was something about an old hp calculator and some remote controls.
OK, time to stop analysing. I think I've spent too much time with a universal remote and a demo board at work.
* Dad had fought to the death a doppleganger of him.
Damn you, beckyc! :) OK, but I need to talk to him more.
* I had to ring 411, the emergency services
Hmm. I'm sure I read something about 411 (us directory enquiries?) recently, but I'm not sure.
* I had difficulty connecting to the right department, and for some reason calling police before ambulance.
GAAAAH! HATE BADLY DESIGNED PHONE MENUS!
* Then I couldn't tell which was which
Hmm. Not sure. Could be related to fairly recent confused feelings for a couple of women.
* There was something about an old hp calculator and some remote controls.
OK, time to stop analysing. I think I've spent too much time with a universal remote and a demo board at work.