Dreams
Last nights dreams were of the continued success and expansion of Marnics. Getting more organized, more work space, old friends coming to work with us. It was all a good feeling. There were a bunch of scenes from the early 80s, Sarah Connor as a child leaving home. It was a war torn world and the school was collapsing. A suitcase dropped open and a bunch of pictures and important documents blew everywhere. A man in the dilapidated school caught one and asked if it was hers. There was a significant feeling of unease and distrust for this man, dressed in a suit, totallt out of place. Slightly ominous.