I rarely remember my dreams; I'm often sorry about that, but my dreams slip through the tendrils of my brain within a few minutes of my rising, leaving me only impressions and images and visions and weird senses of deja vu, and only once in a great while can I piece together the images into what passes for coherence. This morning I remembered only
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[hugs and rest]
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cool about Mt Fuji
less fun about getting yelled at for something you didn't do
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Well, I think she may have been yelled at in her turn by the customer -- so it was her taking out her frustrations on me. I perk up when I'm confronted with a problem, though.
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well that's good
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