Damian and Tony: keywords for future remembrance

Damian and I had a great five hour meeting of the minds on the phone last night -- since it ran so late, I think it qualifies as Dream Journal stuff.

I won't get into details ... I'll just put up some keywords to trigger our memories for future remembrance:

- Venn Diagrams

- Average = Unhealthy; Unhealthy = the lowest levels of hell

- the Watchamacallit test for healthy children

- Roy Rogers

- Arby's

- Why (tm) do inferior products sell better even when the price is equal (McDonald's fried burger vs. Burger King's grilled product)?

- We hate labels

- Experts on CNBC, Wall Street Journal, etc., who say, "The market is up because people are excited about such and such company." How do they know that? Did they ask every person who bought the stock?

- Corporations are made up of people

- Bob Parsons is an Enneagram Type 8

- Halloween candy

- Hamburger Haven

- Wendy's

- Why (tm) are cheaper foods ALWAYS bad for you?

- Proof that competition does not always lower price

- Google and Superman III

I'm sure there's more, but I've got to go.

Menage a Trois Caught by God

Here are the main characters:

Mary - senior citizen
Jack - senior citizen
Carrie - young woman

I was helping Mary go shopping. We stopped at a small thrift store, where she ran into some ladies who knew her. The ladies mistakenly took me for Jack, her new boyfriend.

Before this, I was about to take an old supervisor to a Wal-Mart by the airport (we were in Queens, and I was referring to an old TSR (no-prize if anyone remembers that store) location -- I have no idea if a Wal-Mart is over there or not). Not sure how the dream transitioned into the small thrift store.

Anyway, Carrie, some girl I dated in a previous life, showed up and started causing trouble. One thing led to another, and Mary, Jack, and Carrie, uh, ended up in a Menage a Trois. Thankfully, I was spared the gory details -- they were in one of those huge beds with a canopy. There were lots of sheets.

This happened in some old castle-looking room. Next, I realized we were in a Catholic building.

Next thing I know, we're in the middle of this huge Catholic church -- maybe it was St. John's the Divine in Manhattan.

The round panel windows flipped and turned blood red. A voice from on high called down and began to condemn Mary, Jack, and Carrie.

Carrie defiantly yelled back, stating basically that she specialized in wrecking people's lives and causing turmoil.

God the Father came down from heaven and took a human form -- an old white man with a short white beard and wavy hair. He wore a fedora and a sports jacket, polo shirt, and black slacks. He was thin. He was talking to someone up above him (Jesus?) about the consequences of coming down and to not hold anything against him.

He went over to talk to Mary and Jack about some deal that only makes sense in dreams. I guess he was trying to get them back on the right track, spiritually.

I don't know what happened to Carrie after she mouthed off at God.