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To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (39178)	10/5/1999 3:28:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

That's a pretty interesting site. Good job. I fell asleep. Also, in the third grade, I knew a girl who had one blue blue eye and one brown. I wasn't sure you could do that, either. I added it to the large, large stack of uncertainties any eight year old must deal with. This girl was one tough little crouton, so I was crazy about her. And I had a dream about Ceci ~ wait! I think I just remembered her last name! I had the dream back then, in the third grade, that something....well, uncertain, happened to her. I knew it was her, I mean it was obvious. I remembered then and now, because she had very translucent skin and I could see the veins on the side of her temple. I think I dreamed she died. Car crash or something, it wasn't specified. Heedless to say, I was pretty freaked out by this, and the next day at school I was worried about her and that maybe I should talk to her. Heck, I didn't know what to do, never having dreamed anyone's death before ~ and why her. She and I were good friends and I went over to talk to her and for some reason she wouldn't pay attention to me, busy playing or something, and so I just sat there and pondered it all instead. I was freaked out about it for a week or so. (Didn't know my responsibility.) I added it to the large, large stack of uncertainties any eight year old must deal with. She didn't die that year, anyway. I wondered and realized that what you dream may not be what happens in life. I think that might have been the first proof I had of that, its not coming true, and if you think about it, thank goodness for that. Yah. That was in LA, and twenty years later I'm up in Northern California and my cousin says to his brother, "We need to pick up ______ _____." I said P who? He said, "P____ ______." I said, "How do you know her??? I haven't heard that name for ages." "I've known her since High School in LA." (I left LA before High School, and went to a different City's Elementary and Junior High.) "I can't believe it," I said. "I went to Elementary School with her. She was one of my best friends! Wait ~ does she have one blue and one brown eye?" "Yep!" That was weird. I added it to the large, large stack of uncertainties any twenty-eight year old must deal with. I went back to that elementary school when I was in LA to see the Van Gogh's, because we went right by it. It was really odd, but nice, and something REALLY weird happened there. Must tell later. (Will add to stack later.)