Meredith: I swear, lately I have been the advice girl
Meredith: I have been dishing out the electronic advice right and left
John: electronic advice?
Meredith: yes, generally over IM
John: Meredith I have an outlet that is two prong, but my hairdryer is three prong.....
Meredith: Why, Go Ace Hardware, John. They have attachments that you can use to correct this problem.
John: thank you!
Meredith: Hey, I'm here to help.

Last night, after working on my servers, getting caught in a torrential downpour with scott, and watching Mystic River, I had a dream that started off with me (as a teen) sneaking into a castle. From the courtyard me and others watched as thunder clouds were continuously sucked up into the sky. After I time, another person in the crowd bid me to leave, which I did reluctantly.

The dream segues a bit here. But I am now still a teen and in what seems like a college dorm room. I am hanging out in my door room with Bill O'Reilly and I want him to leave, but he won't. Finally I just stop talking to him but he won't stop. He just keeps talking and talking by himself but gets louder and louder until I get scared and climb under my covers.

In my dream, I am frightened that Bill O'Reilly is going to hurt me in some way, perhaps sexually.

Then I woke up.

I'm bored. Let's all make up songs. Songs about Josh. Go.

The recurring dreams in my life have to do with water and fish. I have had many tidal wave disaster dreams. But more than that I dream of aquariums. Sometimes they are fish tanks like the ones I own, sometimes giant ones like those in Monterey or Long Beach, sometimes they are huge pools, but never natural, always man-made structures. My aquarium dreams can go two ways: the fish are dying and/or turning into monsters, or the fish are doing well and they are happy. It seems pretty easy to figure out that when I'm stressed I dream of stressful fish tanks. The thing is, I'm not quite sure what it means when I dream of happy fish tanks. If I'm happy, why would I have a dream about it?

So last night I dreamt of a huge tank that seemed to be made of cement. It was a cylinder about 20 feet deep and about as wide as the average backyard kidney shaped swimming pool. This tank was the site of a Fear-Factor type challenge. This guy had to dive into the tank and try to find all the tiger barbs (small black and white striped fish) that he could and grab them and throw them out of the tank. I was there, sometimes in the tank, sometimes hovering above it. I was acting natural, as if I were the host of the show or something like that. I was judging and criticizing the guy's technique; he was catching very few fish. I knew all the fish were hiding near the bottom where there were sunken objects like old tires and boxes, and he had to go deeper. I remember he grabbed a couple fish and threw them up onto the side, and I felt bad for the fish but I didn't show it, I had to be professional about the situation. Eventually the guy gave up and he didn't do very well. The tank then converted into more of a public pool but there were still fish in it and trash at the bottom. There were a few women and young girls sitting along the sides the pool in old style swim suits. It felt like the 1920s now. I saw a tire near the surface of the water that had an eel in it that appeared to be dead. I looked closely at it and decided it wasn't completely dead. I grabbed it and slowly waved it around in the water until it came back to life. I let go and it swam away but it stayed near the surface and I was afraid someone else would catch it. It swam toward the girls and I was afraid it would scare them but they didn't see it. Eventually it seemed to feel better and it went down and disappeared safely underwater. I felt good.

I think this dream is about how I hate and fear a lot of things in the world, and I pretend these things don't bother me. I think I am the eel.

Josh's Evil Friend [9:38 PM]: the only way to keep sane is to move around the company
xmx [9:38 PM]: anyday but wed or thu is good for me
xmx [9:38 PM]: let's plan on it
xmx [9:39 PM]: bonus: we can also make fun of josh during lunch!
Josh's Evil Friend [9:39 PM]: perfect!
Josh's Evil Friend [9:39 PM]: we can send him hate mail
xmx [9:39 PM]: yay
Josh's Evil Friend [9:39 PM]: and stab him!