Dream Journal
Last night I had one of those dreams. Very long, very involved and
with that feeling of "significance." No idea what that even means.

My friend Giovanna (who now lives in northern Cyprus) picked me up
in Minneapolis in a tuktuk. She was driving me to her home when the tuktuk
broke down, so she called a friend to come get us. I was sitting in 
the back of the tuktuk and I saw this heavy tractor with a lift bucket 
and it drove right up to my face and scooped up the tuktuk and carried
us away.

The friend drove us to his place which was a big warehouse kind of 
building and he was running his own Great British Sewing Bee. Everyone
there - a bunch of folks and now me and Giovanna - were supposed to make
a referee shirt with applique lighting bolts on it. We had ten minutes.

I know nothing about sewing. But I decided to fake it. So I grabbed some
fabric that HAD lightning bolts on it already, and went to find a place to
work. But every place was full. After a lot of looking I found a place
to work, but some dumpy little fellow came along and immediately asked
him to help him with his shirt. I hadn't even started mine! But he was
standing in my workspace so I couldn't start, and kept trying to get him
to leave. Finally I kind of pushed him away, complaining that he'd 
cost me more than a quarter of my available time. 

I told the camera operators to measure the time from when he started
talking to me to the present moment and tell me if I was correct. 
I said, "Measure right up until my mark... mark!" 

And that's when I woke up.