To Remember

After a fun-filled day of meetings yesterday...oh I'm not kidding...it was a day of: "how things are changing / how we should adapt / we appreciate all your hard work / feel fortunate to have a job."  I love those kinds of meetings.  Also, in order to try and save money, they're asking us how we can save money on paper.  And ink.  And PENS for chrissake!  Ugh.

I went home and noticed the mini-fridge wasn't closed completely due to an abnormally large chunk of ice that's accumulated over the past year or so in the cooling element.  Well, I was already pretty frustrated so I thought (and actually said this out loud), "This is the one thing today I can actually FIX!"  No kidding...cue the "Jaws" music.

So there I was, banging on this abnormally large chunk of ice with a hammer.  Felt good, but wasn't getting me very far and was just spraying minute particles of ice all over the place.  Solution?  Get a screwdriver and "carve" the ice out.  Things started out really well and I was making progress; already I had visions of a nice clean mini-fridge without having to wait for it to just thaw over the course of a day!  Smallish chunks of ice were still what I was getting so I took a bigger bite with the screwdriver.  Pounding, pounding, pounding..."boy this ice is hard".... pounding, poundi  shpreeeeeeeeeee!!!  Yup.  I had the screwdriver lodged against the freon "coil" so to speak and put a dandy hole in it.  All I could think of doing was to shove that screwdriver HARD against the hole to keep it under relative control until the spraying died down.

You can imagine I was pretty happy by that point. 

But then I noticed my hands had a strange oil / gas / petroleum smell from whatever the hell was spraying out.  Being me, I went to the garage and got the kiddy pool we got for Lucca this past summer (that she doesn't use) and used that outside as my "containment" device.  When Sarah got home, she helped me get the whole shebang into the bed of the truck, where it currently resides, and slides around the bed at every opportunity. 

Overall, I guess I did "fix" it since a.) the ice is probably melted out of the broken machine by now and b.) No fridge = no ice!  Jeeez.  I remember a quote from the Foreign Legion:  "When things are bad, try not to make them worse because they're probably bad enough already."  (or something like that)

Okay, that done, it turned into another morning of being up at 0300 and thinking about work.  Once I got my day straightened out, I was able to fall back asleep.  Then I found out that my alarm clock will only spend so much time trying to wake me up...I only remember hitting the snooze four times, then I slept soundly until light flooded in the window...come on, it was only 0645.  Sh*t.  Late for work.  But I forced myself to lay there so I could remember this really peculiar dream I had, which is really why I'm writing this.

Remember in grade school watching the video of mitosis?  The two little cells start doing weird things, then stretch and separate?  The dream started like that, then went to this: 

So imagine that as yourself.  Every time you make a decision, you create a twin.  You take the path of your life right now, and your "twin" takes the other path.  This happens over and over and over, and you create more and more twins...and your twin creates more and more twins.  Very quickly there are an uncountable number of "yous" living very different lives.  It looks like a dichotomous key in a sense...and some "yous" terminate....but others keep going.  But none every pass YOU...you all move together on the same moving timeline, in a parallel line...moving up.  (I don't know why I visualized up, but this "model" started as a single entity at the bottom...so that's what it is.)  Now you can only live ONE life, but when dreaming, you can live the other paths through your "twin."  That was basically the extent of the dream.

Think about it, it's kinda interesting.



Now think, "this is the kind of sh*t that Tom dreams about." 

Welcome to my world.