Sep. 20, 2003
I had a dream last night that was odd. but I can't remember most 	of 
it. Something about how I was going somewhere on a bus full 	of newage 
hippie types who were all drumming and chanting, but 	I'd gotten a 
cheap ticket, so it was OK. Then we stopped for gas 	and somehow I was 
the one who got out and started the pump. Then 	the lady driver starts 
driving the bus and I'm all like "STOP! 	The gas nozzle is attached to 
the bus!" and she just kept 	slowly driving to another part of the gas 
station, saying it was 	OK, the hose would stretch. So the total on 
the gas was, like, 	$200 and I was trying to swipe my card but it 
wouldn't 'take'. I 	was bitching at the driver that since I had paid 
for my bus 	ticket, and now a tank of gas, that this trip was more 
expensive 	than the plane trip. Then, suddenly, all the hippies were 
off 	the bus and standing around by the pump. Each of them either put 	
cash & coins into the cash & coin acceptor part of the 	gas pump 
(wtf?) or swiped their credit cards and paid $10 or $20 	or however 
much they figured they could afford. I put in $10.20. 	Eventually the 
gas was paid for. 
I guess by jumping off 	first and taking charge of things and not 
asking for help I 	ended up shouldering most of the burden, whereas if 
I'd just 	asked or waited, I would have gotten help. Thank goodness 
my 	card didn't work or else I would have ended up paying for 	
everything. So..that was interesting.
Then I was at a pet 	store (like it was attached to the gas station?) 
and trying to 	buy a frog. I saw a sign that said they were $1.98, but 
when I 	got up to the register, the girl charged me $9 something. I 
argued 	with her and we went to the tank where I got the frog. 
Apparently 	I'd picked up a $7 deluxe frog and then with tax it was $9 
and 	change. So I paid and I was about to leave to get back on the 
bus, 	and then she left and there was a guy behind the counter. I was 	
looking around and found some really cool tri-colored bettas, 	like 
all spotty and stuff. They were called 'confetti bettas' or 	
something. I went to the cash register where the guy was and 	traded 
the frog (which was in a brown paper bag with his face 	sticking out) 
for the betta (which was in a white wax-paper 	liquid-filled 
envelope). Then I was at my grandmother's house 	trying to find a 
suitable vase or glass to put the fish in, and 	nothing worked. I 
think I ended up putting him in a coffee pot 	but worrying that 
someone was going to try and make coffee 	later.
I think my brain is happy that I looked at the delphi 	glass catalog 
and I want to make stuff again.