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I dreamed that someone cleaned up my work area. The stacks of paper were gone, which was alarming. It was big and roomy. When I got to work it seemed a very small cubicle.

And I dreamed there were uninvited people sleeping in our house. And my hair was in these weird ponytails. And the bathroom was too crowded.

Then I got up. Whew!

Headed over to Aurora to get the emissions test done on my car. During part of the test, was privy to a conversation several of the attendants were having about smoking something without a gas mask and getting purple eyes. Passed emissions, and in a few minutes I’ll renew my tabs online. Neat!

On the way home, I was waiting for the light to change at a very busy intersection. There was a man slumped in a doorway near the corner. He had a fountain coming out of him. He looked kind of like a statue, he was so still (except for the fountain). But then the fountain stopped and he sat up.

Got home and caught an early bus. In the U district, stopped first at Rudy’s barbershop to get tickets for the upcoming mc chris show. I am so excited for this show, there is simply no way to express it accurately.

Next stopped at a store that just opened up in Pier 1’s old space. It has a suspicious name — American Apparel — but according to the website it’s sweat-shop free, so I thought I’d see if they have any good white button shirts. No luck. There were some cute bras but no underwires at all. There was a strapless velour top/shorts combo that shot me right back to 1979. There wasn’t anything I would wear. I suppose if I want a good white shirt I’ll have to look elsewhere.

Last night at the grocery store I remembered that I’ve been wanting to cook a big pot of beans. So I got some bulk pinto beans. Pinto beans are the best because they remind me of Mama, my Dad’s mother. She would have been 107 this year. She had a funny story involving pinto beans, according to one of her daughters, but I never heard the story. Maybe I’ll ask my Dad if he knows.

Later I dreamt about the beans. Someone had decided to cook them, but there wasn’t time enough. Luckily they didn’t use them all up.

I haven’t cooked the beans yet but I did finally do the beets last night. Suddenly I love beets, don’t know why, always was repulsed by them before. So I cooked some for the first time, and they turned out beautifully. Beautiful beets.

Then I saved the beautiful beet water and I’m dying a pair of white undies. I’d forgotten about them until just now. They’re still sitting in the beet water on the kitchen counter. They ought to be pretty darn pink by now.

I dreamt my sister and her girlfriend were splitting up because the girlfriend got Oprah pregnant.

Terrible.

I’ve often had library dreams, and disaster dreams, and occasionally library disaster dreams. Last night’s wasn’t really a disaster but it was very weird and funny to wake up and remember. I was at the circulation desk trying to pick up a lot of little papers I’d dropped, when a patron came to the desk with a fire hose and said “I’m going to shoot that book.”

I said no, and got the nozzle and put it up against my stomach so that he couldn’t shoot the book. He shot me instead, and he was mad. I saw the head librarian and said “He just tried to shoot our books!”

The librarian grabbed the shooter and I called the police.

Later I dreamt that someone was using a bulldozer in our backyard. What’s more, they were driving it on top of our bulldozer, which wasn’t very nice.

APOD‘s offerings have been amazing this week. A new picture of Phobos is up today.

Last night I dreamt of lying in the sun. I had a sunburn then, but it didn’t hurt.