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snow party

July 25th, 2001

I had another dream last night. I only remember bits and pieces of it.

I was in a big house with another individual. I knew him, but I cannot recall how I knew him, or what he looked like. I kept looking outside one of the upstairs windows. The house was surrounded by police officers. One of the cops had a police truck, and in the passenger seat of that truck was an older man I used to work with.

After a while, the guy I worked with stepped out of the truck. He was handcuffed in front, not in back, and was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.

More cops continued to come. I think it was the guy I was with that was wanted by the police, and not me. I remember we kept discussing ways for him to get out.

After sometime we heard a big loud bang at the front door. I slowly crept to the top of the stairs to look down at the front door and see what happened.

The front door had been bashed open. The living room was covered in snow, and there were people everywhere dressed like they were going to a nice party.

I went down stairs and walked up to each individual. I would analyze their dress, and their appearance, and then would tell each of them if they could stay or if they had to leave, like a bouncer in front of an elite club in New York City.

After I had gone through everyone in the house, I stood by the door to wait for more people. As they would come in, I would analyze them and then either invite them in, or ask them to leave.

Then, another person came in. He looked like one of my employees from work (a short chubby Indian guy), only in my dream I didn't know him. He wasn't even slightly dressed appropriately, and had a piece of paper in his hands. I figured he needed directions.

He handed me the sheet of paper and I read it. It said:

I am responsible for the "happy man" post in support.

Earlier that day, someone has posted something in an Internet forum that just said "happy man" under my username. This was considered a HIGH security breech and we had been working nonstop to figure out who did it. As soon as I looked up from the page, he ran out the door. It took me a second before I ran out after him.

Down the street we ran. Apparently, a lot of people were coming to the "party" because the street was covered in people that all seemed to be walking toward the house. I lost him in the crowd. I continued to run though, thinking I would see him eventually.

As the people thinned out it became easier to search. I saw two asian girls walking with a black guy, heading towards the party. Even though I know now that the black guy could not have been the one to hand me the sheet of paper because he wasn't Indian, nor did he look anything like my employee…. for some reason I was sure it was him.

I came running up behind him and shoved him in the back. I accused him. He accused me of being crazy. I remember being very afraid that he would pull a gun on me, because I was unarmed. We continued to push and shove and I continued to accuse him….

Then I woke up.