I went out with
bethje and Dorothea last night. First, we went bowling, and I didn't do very well. I never do very well, but I think I scored somewhere in the nineties last time, and this time I never even broke seventy. Oh, well. After that, we had dinner at the Olive Garden, and then went out to Atlantic City. My two companions did some gambling on the roulette machines, but I just spent that time reading
Battle of the Labyrinth. Using the machines is kind of fun, but I'm not big on gambling because I always think about how I could buy stuff with the money I put into the one-armed bandits (which are often more like buttoned bandits these days). Yeah, I know there's a chance of winning, but even people who win usually seem to put in more than they get out in the long run.
I've been having some bizarre dreams in the past few nights. I had meant to write about the ones I had the night before last, but now I can't remember it. I should probably start writing them down as soon as I wake up, if they're interesting enough. Last night, I had some dreams that were kind of related. The first one I can recall had Beth (or someone playing the role of my wife for the dream, anyway) and me picking up girls at some kind of amusement park and planning to take them back to our hotel room, but they left before we could get back there. I guess we don't have a future as pimps. {g} Later, it somehow changed to a story about some guy arriving at what might have been the same hotel after an adventure, accompanied by a woman he'd just recently met. The two of them had sex, which I knew because the owners of the hotel had monitored their behavior for the entire night. I think there was supposed to be some kind of conspiracy behind the whole thing, but my dreams often hint at grander things than I actually see in them. The story somehow became a book, which was sort of like
Slaughterhouse-Five in that the main character mentally jumped around in time. I think there was a revelation that he became involved in time travel whenever he needed to, but he didn't realize this at first. Really, it seemed like it could have been a good story if it weren't for the fact that the dream itself provided so few details. I also remember something about being trapped in a military recruiting station, jumping through a closed window to escape, and waking up right then.
Finally, while I'm not looking for dates, I tend to find the results of these quizzes interesting. I'm not sure what was up with some of the questions, though. Even though I'm sure some people ARE still opposed to mixed-race couples, would they actually admit it in this day and age?
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