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To: Rambi who wrote (46061)	1/30/2000 10:29:00 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I crashed my van into someone in my dream last night. But first I ran over someone's foot. There were all these PEOPLE on the freeway and they seemed to be intentionally getting in my way. And my kids were in a hospital- not ill, just waiting there- like in day care, although I don't know why. But my car wasn't registered and I didn't have my license, and no taxi would come pick me up (to take me to get my kids) because my car wasn't registered. I NEVER remember my dreams and I blame you guys for making me remember this one with all this TALK TALK TALK about dreams. I think I ONLY remembered it because YOU guys have been discussing your dreams. I am leaving instructions for BRandon that if my dreams drive me mental he is to send the psych bill to YOU.

To: Rambi who wrote (46061)	1/30/2000 11:42:00 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Drat you women and your dreams. I had one last night about a girl I grew up with and haven't seen in 25 years. The dream took place in the early 1970s. I was arrested for killing Linda and confessed even though I didn't do it. The dream started with me strapped on a gurney in the execution chamber with the needle in my arm. A fire broke out and I slipped away in the confusion. On foot and being hunted like a rabid coyote I roamed from town to town trying to figure out what happened. First story I got was the we were in a car and I wrecked the car and Linda was killed. Second story was the accident was another driver's fault. Then I was told there was no wreck and Linda was on vacation in Texas alive and healthy. I turned myself in feeling pretty good. Next thing I was back on that gurney with the needle of death in my arm. I told them to call the number I had given them and talk to her. The warden said no need as she was back in town tanned and looking fine but as I had confessed they were going to execute me anyway. I'd be more inclined to dream if I just had the floating dreams.