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December 30, 1998 My family (which wasn't my real-life family, but a collection of other people that I don't recognize upon waking) and I were running from someone. We had scattered to various places and were hiding, and the patriarch of the family (unclear whether he was husband or father to me) came to me and told me that he had burned our house down to throw our pursuers off the track. I understood why he did this, but I wished that I had had an opportunity to take some of my things out of it, even knowing that this would be a bad tactic if we were trying to be inconspicuous. Then, somehow I was apparently back in a time before the house had burned down, and he was telling me that he was going to burn the house down, was in fact going to do it in two minutes. I had enough time to get my purse and a sweater; I got a sweater with a hole in it, though, and was going to go back upstairs to get another one, and having a hard time deciding which one to take. I realized that I was wasting time, decided just to keep the sweater with the hold on it, knowing that I had a sewing kit in my purse and could re-weave it. I ran around and whispered to all of the children that they needed to get out now. I worried that I wouldn't get to everyone, and knew that if I did, that it would look suspicious. So I just had to do the best I could.
December 28, 1998 I was driving an 18-wheeler tractor-trailer, and not very well. I was driving up over curbs, having trouble keeping it in the proper lane. Bob was chastising me for the way I was driving, although he didn't really seem to be in the truck with me. I said, "Listen, this is an 18-wheeler! It's harder to drive than a car! Leave me alone about it!" There was a girl in the truck with me, trying to use the CB radio, and she kept crouching under my feet and getting in my way. I couldn't reach the brake pedal, and this was part of the trouble I was having driving the thing. I told her to get out of my way, and she said, "Don't you have one of these things (meaning the CB) in your regular car?" meaning I should understand how hard they were to use, and I said, "Yes, but mine has a longer cord!"
December 25, 1998 Bob and I were on vacation in Florida, and we were kidnapped or held hostage or something for a day. Nothing bad happened to us, except that we had to hike around in the wilderness in the heat, but we missed our flight back home. I called the airline and it was going to cost $1,700 each to change our tickets, and I thought that was terrible. So I was going to call the travel agent and see if she could come up with any better deal. While I was waiting to hear back from her, I was working on my laptop and watching an old interview with David. In the background they were showing a newsclip from Scotland that showed thatched cottages sliding off into a river, and Sarah was watching over my shoulder and said, "Where was that taken?" I knew she was asking because she and her family had just been to Europe, and she thought she recognized the area. As I started to respond to her, I suddenly realized that we were in Scotland right then, and although I had been talking to David on email, it hadn't occurred to me to try to get together with him. I felt almost panicky, realizing that we would be leaving too soon to set something up before we left. Then some other woman was watching over my shoulder and I asked her to leave. She objected, saying that this was her room, too, and I said, no, this is my room. That's why we have a suite--yours is over there--and I pointed down the hall. She walked off in a huff.
December 25, 1998 Todd said that the websites I'd been working on were crap. He asked me to go to a computer and pull them up so he could show me what he wanted me to change, but I couldn't find a computer that worked. One of them didn't have a browser on it, which he didn't believe, and one of them had a tiny black and white monitor. It did have a browser, and I showed him, but he said I had to find a better monitor. I went around and tried all of them, but none of them worked. I felt horrible about it. I didn't think the sites were that bad, although they probably could have been better.
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