March 24th, 2004


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Last night I dreamed I was some sort of cop or authority figure, and there was a dangerous cult that was slowly taking over the world. My job was to stop them, but I failed. I dreamed the dream over a few times, Run Lola Run style, doing things a bit differently each time, but all three times the world fell to this cult.

Later, I was training a co-worker from my new job, in the intricacies of my old job. In this dream there were two versions of my dad wandering around - one was a successful doctor, and one was a total bum loser. (My dad is neither in reality.) Every time I introduced one of these guys as my dad, the other would show up and get all offended.
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