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Dinosaur Land, Front Royal, Virginia

Dinosaur Land, Front Royal, Virginia

Dream Log — Dinosaur Land Redux

I got up at 5:00 this morning, to get a friend to a hospital near work by 8:00, to have her pacemaker battery replaced. I was scheduled to work from 8:30 to 12:30 and then leave to take her home. That all went as planned, but here’s the dream I had:

I wake, dress, and drive down the road. I get on the highway, forgetting to pick up my friend, and drive to work. Everyone is in a big auditorium, including coworkers from the past whom I’m happy to see. Hi, Doug, hi Marge! I realize I am only wearing underwear… but it’s my nice, matching underwear so it’s not like those high school dreams. I dress and go out, climbing under huge tree limbs to get to my car. I call my friend. ”Let’s skip the hospital,” she says. “Let’s just go to Dinosaur Land.” Okay!

Dinosaur Land has been improved. The parking lot abuts an impressive stone wall with two pillars flanking the entrance to the park. Live dinosaurs run around like dogs, mingling with the tourists. It’s a de-fanged Jurassic Park! My friend steps through the entrance as a ten-foot elk with oak moss hanging from its antlers ambles across. In the distance trees grow on tall cliffs. Pterodactyls and birds swoop across the sky. A stream of tourists on white rental horses ride from the parking lot through the entrance and off into the distance. An eight-foot dodo walks up and leans into me for a pet. THEN the alarm goes off. 
If you can’t improve on silence, don’t speak.
Zen Proverb
You’re blowing it with Fox News, Jobs told Murdoch over dinner. The axis today is not liberal and conservative, the axis is constructive-destructive, and you’ve cast your lot with the destructive people. Fox has become an incredibly destructive force in our society. You can be better, and this is going to be your legacy if you’re not careful.
Steve Jobs’ biography
Dream log — Flood

Approaching Front Royal, driving over the twin bridges (N and S forks of the Shenandoah). It’s raining heavily. Three inches of water on the bridges! A semi roars past me and through the traffic ahead. I’m good at driving through water so I press on, accelerating to keep water out of the tailpipe, and using the brake to moderate my speed. You have to work with the water — you can’t push it. 

The water is 1 foot deep. Then 2 feet deep. Then 5 feet deep. Cars ahead of me are completely submerged. They wobble, bob, and sink. Arms appear and go under.

So we’re in it… and it’s getting deeper… climate change? Economic catastrophe? Energy shift a la 2012? It’s happening, whatever it is. 

The sweet
of the just
shall flourish
when they
sleep in dust
Our old house-ghost’s epitaph, may he rest in peace :)
Dream log — a waking dream

Just a thought here. 

Corporations, pay your top guys a little less. Pay your bottom guys a little more. Spin it as for the good of the country… this would put cash flow straight into every local economy. What incredible, priceless PR that would be, for an era in which you and the government are so in the doghouse! 

you are love,
you are loved,
and I love you