So much happened in dreams last night. Putting it all together…well, I probably failed that. But, here goes.
My wife and I were in a new car, a small vehicle, made of gold. I was driving, and the car pleased me. I was very happy with my new acquisition.
My wife was in the passenger seat and there were two people in the back. We were going through a tunnel, perhaps exiting a parking complex. She told me that I’d missed the turn. I couldn’t turn the car around, so I backed up. Not able to see where I was going, I hit a support pillar with the car. This upset me, but we kept going. When I finally parked, I checked the bumper for damage. There was none.
After parking, my wife and a friend were going shopping. I decided to check into a hotel. But first, I spoke with Jerry.
I haven’t seen Jerry since 1977. We were stationed together at Wright-Patterson AFB in Ohio. Smoking a cigarette (as he often did back then), he was laughing and talking about how he’d changed. “I used to be a survivalist. You wouldn’t believe the stuff that I had.”
Laughing, I said, “I find that hard to believe, knowing you.”
Dead serious, he replied, “You don’t know me. You think you do, but you don’t.”
I went into my hotel room, got into bed and went to sleep. A while later, noises in the room awoke me. It was Jerry’s wife. She said, “Hey, do you need anything, baby?”
I said, “I need you. Get into bed with me.”
She said, “No.”
Shrugging, I sat up in bed. Her long dark hair was now a short bob. Looking right, I saw a pile of hair on the floor. “Have you been in here cutting your hair?”
“While I was sleeping?”
My wife rushed through the room. I realized that she was going shopping again.
I dressed and hurried to work. When I arrived, I found hundreds of people milling around, waiting for something to start. The man in charge gave me several lists. “There are forty possibilities in here. You need to match them up from the different sources so that we have the information we need.”
Looking at the lists, I saw that many were printouts, but some were newspaper articles. Some had circles in red markers, but others were highlighted in orange. Another man came up to help me.
“Can you do it?” the man in charge asked.
“Yes.” I was confident that I could. He left, and I got busy. It soon became apparent that the information was more difficult to sort and mass than I realized. He expected results for forty but there were hundreds or thousands of possibilities. I struggled with finding a scalable way to do it.
The man with me said, “It can’t be done.”
“Yes, it can,” I replied.
The man in charge came up. “How’s it coming? Are you almost done?”
“No,” my helper said. “Far from it. I don’t think it can be done.” He and the man in charge argued.
I said, “I can do it. Give me time and space.”
The man in charge said, “Okay, we’re counting on you.”
End of dreams.