This morning I woke at my regular time. Because it was Saturday I was annoyed. Those coveted hours of extra sleep didn’t seem like they were going to happen. Some how I dozed off. When I awoke again I realized I had just had the following dream.
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Ruby and I were in a very large airport hanger style lobby that belonged to Google. We walked up to a medium sized round receptionist desk. There we told the person behind the desk that we where there for a meeting. They asked our names and then handed us odd looking gold foil things with names on them. Not quite badges. More like cut out business cards.
As we walked towards a door at the other side of this mammoth hall we found a group of tables and chairs. We decided to sit down and wait because we were early. (In real life Ruby and I are always early. We joke that its practice for when we’re senior citizens.)
At the tables I could see into a bright hallway. It appeared to be where more rooms and offices where. Suddenly Terrell Russell appears. He tells us that the meeting we’re about to goto might contain ClaimID promotional stuff. For some reason I’m pretty mad about this. I had believed this meeting at Google would be small. As it turns out its a bigger promo type meeting. I huffed off in the direction of the hallway.
We enter another room that is full of chairs set out in theater style. Ruby and I find a seat. I find myself thinking about how I want to sit in a spot with lots of empty chairs around me. I’m a bit claustrophobic and crowds bug me sometimes.
Fred Stutzman shows up on the stage in front of us. He’s joined by Terrell and Paul Jones. Paul is wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and his long hair is flowing like the club he belongs to requires. Suddenly these three jokers set up some kind of GIANT sling shot. They are shooting balloons filled with liquid at the crowd. Terrell and Fred are the posts of the sling shot and Paul is firing.
Swooosh! A water balloon flies through the air and hits the person just to my right. Swoosh! Another balloon flies from the sling shot. Paul is smiling and has a wonderful child like expression on his face.
Then I notice Fred filling up more balloons with margarita mix and tequila. Those aren’t water balloons they’re margarita balloons! I start wondering how we’ll prevent ourselves from getting wet and catch the margaritas in our mouth.
Swoosh! A margarita balloon flies through the air and lands in a cup right in front of Ruby. Then I wake up …
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I told this dream to Ruby and she laughed through most of the story. Much respect to those real people who appeared in my dream. You make me smile in real life and in my dreams.