Sunday, January 26, 2003:

I'm in an apartment building with some friends; someone in one of the apartments has died and we need to get into his apartment and get his stuff before it is cleared out. The door is locked, though, and there is also crime scene tape and a police lock on the door.

I'm trying to pick the lock, afraid all the time that the police will catch me, and out of the corner of my eye I see a woman in a bathrobe standing outside of one of the apartments. I almost missed her, becauser the pattern of her robe is very close to the pattern of the wallpaper.

Tuesday, January 7, 2003:

I dreamed about the code in the project I've been working on; scattered throughout the code were sliced, stuffed green olives. I didn't realize that the pimentos were important, and hadn't paid attention, and most of them were gone. I eventually realized that the pimentos were the most important part, so I had to go find them and re-stuff them into the centers of the olives in order to fix the code.

Monday, January 6, 2003:

I was filling out an insurance claim form for my sister and put the social security number in wrong, and realized it just as I hit "send." I waited, thinking I would get an error, but the form came up with my mother's name filled in. This was like a revelation--I called over to my dad, "Did you know that mom's and Lynn's social security numbers are only one digit different?"

Saturday, January 4, 2003:

Something about being part of a group of people that included V. Mortenson (Aragorn). We had to hide a golden coin, and to do this, he dipped it in molten silver to disguise it. When he did, he also dipped the ends of his fingers in the silver, which was interesting. He was going to do some kind of magic trick or magic show, and in the middle of it, he told us to all get up and run out. There were two cars waiting, and he told us how we were supposed to be sitting, i.e., who was in which seat. I'd been surprised by the sudden departure, though--someone had obviously forgotten to tell me--and I hadn't brought my bag, so I had to go back to the dressing room and find it, and hope that they would wait for me.

Thursday, January 2, 2003:

I was in a large open urban area, like a big plaza with big buildings that you reached by going up wide staircases. There were news cameramen on two enormous elephants, filming something, and I was thinking that if I hurried up and reached the staircase I might be filmed, and might be on television, then I thought, why would I do that? To what end?

Then a long, convoluted dream about new Macintosh computers--I got a new one at work, but had forgotten to transfer information and files from the old one, and panicked until I realized that it was still there and I could still get it. And something about buying a new iBook and panicking again because I had to buy it NOW before something happened.