So one night a couple weeks ago, my horoscope for the next day said not to worry about my dreams from that night because they would be just resuduals of conversations from the night before.  The last conversation I had was with my friends, who were encouraging me to change careers and how good I would be as a professional stage manager.  The last thing I watched on TV was an episode of the Simpsons were Marge was playing an online game, interfereing with Bart, who was also playing the same game on line.

So here is my dream:  I'm driving in my Escort and I skid on some ice into a lake.  I asked for help a couple times, and had to swim to get help.  The girls that saved me kept telling me what a great swimmer I was and that I should join thier swim team.  When my mother came to pick me up, she decided to join the swim team too.

 

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