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07-21-2013 -- I'm at Denny's, talking with BC on the phone, considering asking her about lunch, when this guy wants to know something. I look the information up on my phone by using some super secret phone number which connects me to the Library of Congress, who can give me the answer, or something wild like that. After that, I am back to BC, asking her about lunch. We are having a very odd conversation where, for some reason we are spouting gibberish back and forth at one another, and it is a very weird and funny conversation. The guy who wanted information can overhear us, and for some reason, he is very impressed with BC, and wants her to go out with a friend of his, and in the process, give something like a half hour long motivational speech.

I am considering asking her if she wants to do so, until he mentions that it is some sort of charity thing, and she would have to pay money each time she gave a speech, though he assures me it would only be $35, because he can get her a huge discount ... usually she would have to pay $85 each time. So I turn him down flat. Pay people to give a speech? Sure. Charge them to give one? Forget you! So I am trying to tell BC about the situation, using gibberish, baby talk and nonsense words, and she is using the same words, and we sound like a pair of idiots. It is hilarious. Meanwhile, she asks where I am, and though it is somewhere I have been a lot, I have no idea. I try to glance at the street sign, but the poles are bent and the sign is upside down, and I can't puzzle it out.

So since we are talking on a pair of video phones, I turn the phone around and film the mangled pole with the upside down sign to see if she can figure it out, and she walks right past me because it turns out she works in the law office next door, part time. So I continue with my story in person, and she soon says she wouldn't have had lunch with the person anyway, because he is crazy and a nutwad. It turns out she already knows him, and she knows he is who we are talking about because there he is with the guy who was trying to set her up with him, heading back into the restaurant.

Just as suddenly, we are now in the lawyer's office, up in Longwood or somewhere like that, where BC helps out by running errands, doing paperwork, and helping clients with odd requests. For some reason, we are still talking gibberish, even as I am roller skating on top of a concrete wall. I suddenly launch myself off, planning to land on a large cardboard box. I am surprised when it collapses under me (though I shouldn't be) and make a joke about needing to find a better quality of cardboard box. Meanwhile, BC suddenly has another friend with her, who seems to be a mixture of Pam's looks and Sybil's personality. She's even more crazy than we are.

For some reason, I am still trying to tell my story, which means I must be a really lousy story teller, because it wasn't that long, and she was there for part of it, but BC is tired of hearing it, so tells me "Not now," and I decide to pout. This makes her blow her stack, and she starts to yell at me and orders me to get out. Which her bosses hear, and they decide to fire her on the spot. She begs and pleads and argues for her job, and they eventually allow her to continue working for them, but they force her to change her hours, which will cause her to lose the nanny job she has in the afternoon. This has her upset and depressed.

We soon find ourselves, all three of us, standing in the back of a truck, unloading it, and the other friend has found a box of pool noodles (is that the right word for them? Foam, about five or six feet long, about four inches in diameter) and [this part tells me that though she may look like Pam she has Sybil's personality] is waving a pair of them around, trying to convince BC to use them as a couple of dildos to help her get some stress relief and relax. Just a very odd dream all the way through.