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Date: Tue, 10 Mar 1998 10:17 --0800
From: Bart
Subject: Man and his symbols

So this is the dream I had last night:

You and I were at a truck stop type restaurant, where one orders food from a service window and then sits at picnic tables to dine. The place was filled with people and thick cigarette smoke, which in the dream I took to mean that we were in Marin, where they don't have that strict smoking law (?) We had just ordered our food and were sharing a table with a woman who wore thick glasses and kept to herself. Suddenly an insane sort of woman comes into the restaurant very noisily and as she passes us she tosses a cigarette onto the table to hold her spot. She walks up to the service window and orders, while she simultaneously flails her arms and makes all sorts of spastic movements she sings loudly and inappropriately. We are very concerned that she's going to be sitting with us. The other woman at our table flinches and moans, because she's afraid too. When she receives her food and meanders over to our table, you jump up and exclaim, "Fries, fries these are MY fries!" and I look down to see that you've ordered dozens of baskets of fries which you've used to cover our table so the insane woman can't put her food down. And I think to myself "my hero"

And BTW thanks again for dinner last night.