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me: i don't read presidential biographies. it's a matter of principle.

carmen: sounds like someone's overdue for a wedgie.
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I had a dream the other night. We were standing on the ninth floor of a building. It was a big building. There was a chute next to my feet which cut straight down through all the other floors into the basement. I could see straight to the bottom, all the way down to these glowing water heaters.

I broke something, and I can't remember how or what it was, but I do remember that the water suddenly began swirling up towards us. I watched it extinguish the heaters in the distance and begin to claw its way up the chute. All the sudden a man was there and he told us that we had to come down, that they weren't sure why but the building was flooding. He also said that to avoid any kind of legal repercussions, he and his associates wanted to offer us all free digital cameras.

We stopped at the third floor to get our cameras. Tables were laid out and almost hidden under all this glossy technology. It felt like we were in Best Buy or something. I started weaving through people, running my eyes along the length of the tables, looking for the best cameras, trying to see which ones cost the most and worrying that someone else would get to them first. We all sloshed around the room, pawing through Kodak EasyShares and Nikons while the water rose steadily to our ankles, then towards our knees. I remember thinking that when I finally did decide on a camera, I was going to have trouble making sure it didn't get wet.
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I hate dreams like that, not really because of the dream itself, but because I always wake up wondering where my camera is.