dreams...

weird dream!

Just woke up. Screen is so bright.

I pick up Diana from Bill Gate's two story townhome in a cool, slightly Italiana (I was thinknigin Venice_-esque neighborhood. Don't ask me how an Italian caffe and a townhome comlex are on teh same piazza!? I know, my brain, is funny. While I'm waiting, I look around Bill Gates' home. It's all nice, but I've seen it before.

Diana gets done with whatever she's doing there. It's like a conference for special people--you know, where people get to come to someone's house and learn about something, but you don't know what it is. Sounds like the beginnings of a suspense or horromr movie1

The next day, I decide to sign-up and check out Bill Gates' house. Somehow, we drive from wherever Dianaand I live to Redmond WA. Was a longer drive, but, manageable, beautiful country. It's like we live in Seattle, but don't.

They start a DVD, and it loooks like that is all with the presentation. Somehow around 20 people are sitting in someone's bedrooom watching this DVD. It's rather odd that so many ar ein the room, but I just play it off. After about 10 minutes, I decide to go off and explore the electronic equipment, press some butttons, around thehouse. Meanwhile, as I play, I keep on interspersing my actions with "security camera" shots of me playing around the house, BUT WITH DRAMATIC LIGHTING. Heh, I'm such a techie...

Just playing with the light panels around the house. Go back, find that not much has changeed, return to take a seat at the bed, feeling as if I've steppped into a cult meeting, signlently agree.

We walk out of Bill Gates' townhome, and parked right outside is a green Focus, the boi standing outside is a skinny later 20s looking caucasian--Eastern European-looking man in a black jacket on his cellphone (I did it, I admit, elevator eyes). He gives me the eye roll and I move on. We're parked in the second spot from the door and I comment on how lucky we are. For some reason I got go put stuff in the passenger back side door--right next to the boi--hehehe--I get to show off the ass that he was not gonna end up tapping that night--(in my best paris hilton impression, god, i'm such a whore-bitch. Diana gets into the drivers side, I tell her to get out, we bicker a bit--much like my brothers and I bicker. I look out the door I entered from, move out the drivers rear-side door, look over to the italian caffe right next to Bill Gates' townhome and see a heavy-set, caucasian man with a receding hair-line eating a hearty panini-looking sandwich.

And then Diana falls out of the driver's front door as I open the door to get her out.

Wake-up!