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Thursday, September 5, 2002
My dreams make no sense
I had another strange dream last night. I was in this huge bright white spaceship like someting out of 2001, except this spaceship was filled with a bunch of hicks working on pickup trucks. Engine parts were scattered all over the place, and the guys were getting grease all over the nice clean white interior. I was helping one of them out, getting the starter wired up. When we reached a point where it seemed like the truck would run, we started it up and headed for the air lock. I hopped into the truck and shut the door just before the outer air lock doors opened, revealing the vast emptyness of space before us. It was really quiet. Too quiet actually, because the engine stopped. That's when I remembered that there's no oxygen in space. Of course the engine stopped! My alarm went off and woke me up right as we were getting into an argument about who was going to get out and push.