10-14-2013 -- At the Church of the Nazarene in Buena Park, standing in the Narthex, waiting for some lady who has gone somewhere, while I am somehow kind of teaching a little kid to sing some kind of song. Soon the lady I am waiting for is back, but she is hidden away in a back office somewhere, and none of us realize she has gotten back until some young lady tells us, and we start walking back to the office. Suddenly I am driving on the road, somewhere in the middle of the country, Omaha or Indiana or somewhere, not really sure. I am looking for a Tastee Freeze, am determined to stop at one, but I just missed one at a mall that I had driven past. I am complaining to myself about how long it might take to find another one, just to discover that there is one just ahead, hidden behind another building right on the right there. I start to turn (slightly late, the next building over) and am trying to turn around, but I find myself triggering a speaker in a sort of drive thru that feels more like a Sonic drive up, and since that is not where I want to be, I drive off quickly and move on to the Tastee Freeze. The problem is, even though I was at the next building over, it was Tastee Freeze's speaker, and so I had to explain why I triggered the speaker and just drove off instead of ordering, and they are a little upset with me. I am just confused, since I didn't know it was them. I am trying to explain, except I suddenly find myself at a balloon convention, talking with Andrew MacDonald, who is kind of laughing at Don Caldwell, who is trying to make a bird balloon that I taught Andrew the last time I saw him, and just can't seem to remember how to do it, and keeps popping balloons. Andrew wants me to show him how it is done, and I feel embarrassed and foolish, since it is Don's DVD that taught it to me in the first place. Thankfully, there is another switch, and Andrew and I are standing in a sort of warehouse/manufacturing site. There are some twisted and mangled steel or iron bars all over the floor, and I am trying to stack them with straight, whole bars on the warehouse racks, but being all messed up, they keep falling. (Well duh!) There are a bunch of werewolves in the warehouse, and they are stalking around us, kind of frightening, and one of the people in charge comes walking up. The shift just ended, the werewolves are getting dangerous, and I just want to get out of there, so I am trying to walk toward the exit, but unfortunately the supervisor comes up. He's a bit of a punk, perhaps a thug, and a really nasty piece of work. He says he doesn't like Andrew because he is too meek and quiet. He says he doesn't like me either, thinks I am lazy, and he is going to fire me soon. I just ignore him, and continue walking across the warehouse. I run into a higher level manager, a lady who seems more friendly. She still isn't perfect though. She says Andrew just got on a bus or something, but in doing so, he said something that really, really upset some absolutely crazy woman. The punk supervisor says 'so what?' since the woman is a total nut job, but the higher level supervisor orders him to fix the situation, which is when I woke up.
09-21-2012 -- Am at the FCM convention with Dale, and we have arrived just in time for dinner. We've walked into the dining room, where everybody is sitting around, eating and talking. Except somehow we're not talking aloud, but in a number of different chats that are floating in the air in front of us. it is very difficult telling one chat from the other and keeping everything in the right place. Very much like the Runescape chats at times. Dale is trying to jump start my computer for me, but he only has the red cable, and no black cable for the ground, and I'm worried he'll hurt himself, or my computer. I find myself chatting with a really, really experienced player who seems to be taking a bath. I brush against the bath curtain before I realize this is very creepy and wrong, and rush away before he figures out who it was. Weird! I'm back in line in the cafeteria, and now they are in the middle of closing up, and taking away all the desserts. But that's OK, since I only wanted to grab another glass of milk, anyway. I move on to the auditorium, where I learn that we already missed the business meeting. They also tell me they overbooked the convention, and have no more program guides showing what classes will be where. I think they are joking however, as Joe White is sorting through a stack of them. He gives me one and I ask for a second one for Dale. Joe tells me he will be giving the first class, and Don Caldwell and Gilbert Adams are arguing loudly about which one of them will be giving a private lecture on Sunday (more a Twist and Shout thing than an FCM thing) and are pranking each other with balloon gags. I'm just glancing around at a few of the balloon sculptures from the jam room.
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