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sunshinemiss -> RE: I Admit It I........ (2/4/2010 6:31:20 AM)
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*bows. I aim to please! And Phoenix - I had a weird dream last night too. Linnea and I were in Haiti to voluntereer. Our job was to help move rocks and rebuild the city. We were sitting in one of those hospital like rooms - green wallpaper, linoleum floors, those old 1950's chairs. And Terri Gross was there, doing an interview while we were being trained in the same room... Meanwhile, a lady came around selling grilled plantains, which we bought, and Terri was gesturing to us to save her some. There was - what is that dish called - cooked pollenta in leaves... anyway, we bought some of that too. And then Terri chatted with me (I can't remember what about) while the guy being "interviewed" was still talking on her tape recorder. Eventually she "drove" off on a shiny red scooter. I thought, "I didn't realize she was that short." I am not making this up. This was my dream. The Terri Gross part I get - I have NPR play on the radio to wake me, so she must have entered my subconcious as the radio was chatting me awake. The rest of it? What's it mean?
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