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Feb. 26, 2004
I dreamt that Texas was controlled by a reptilian alien operating
from one of the moons of Saturn. I said something about writing to
the boss of my boss's boss, Rick Perry,and Uncle B said to write to the
alien instead. Somehow Uncle Uncle B knew about the alien controller and
gave me his address, so I could write & ask for a raise. The alien's
name was Zort and he had a post office box in Austin.
There was something about jars of human skin in the linen closet in
the hall. Uncle B or Sweetie was a serial killer (5 jars).
I wrote the letter, then I went to work. Got lost. It was somehow
like a larger building, and/or Brackenridge or some other hospital.
Passed Janice & JoLynn in the hall, they were holding cups of coffee
& talking. I was mad because I've been working here for years & how
could I possibly get lost? I thought maybe if I went to my own floor
and then walked, I could find my workplace. went to a daycare/nursery
type area, found an elevator & pushed the button. When the elevator
came, it was too small.
Went down the hall, found a larger elevator. It started going up,
then dropped. There was no gravity. Up near the top of the elevator
car, there was a handle. I grabbed it and held on. When it stopped, I
got off and was in this elegant old fashioned study. Antique
furniture, deep rich carpets, wood paneled walls. There was a couch
that I sat on and Zort the alien was in a chair across the room and
slightly to the right of the couch. He was wearing a mask & gloves
that were not quite human flesh-tones & didn't match one another.
We talked a while about art, literature, history, all kinds of stuff.
He had a staff of human women who wore great vintage style clothes.
(Neko-Carre?) He had one of them bring a spreadsheet about property
values in TX. My first assignment was to study the spreadsheet & give
him my thoughts.
He offered me a job as a consultant. He would send me spreadsheets,
books, etc. and I'd read them and tell him what I thought. He told me
my mind was too good to be wasting on my state job.
I asked if I could touch him. He said he couldn't take off the mask
because the oils in his skin would kill a human. I looked around at
the human study, noted the human-comfortable air & temperature & said
that didn't sound right. He confessed that it was true, he wasn't
poisonous to humans, humans were poisonous to him.
We talked about how I'd do my job & then we talked about salary. I
asked for $45,000. He said no. I said How about $35,000. He told me I
was a terrible negotiator and said $50,000, payable in 2 week
installments.
It was a good dream.
