To begin, I am awake too early.

Setting: sitting on a coach which is incredibly expensive that my birth giver told me never to sit on because of this fact.  But why should I leave this coach as lonely as she wants me to.  It deserves some gravity just as much as I wish to have a good sit

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Since the “life-style-change”, I have begun to have pretty vivid dreams.  I don’t believe them to be of much interpretation, although many will argue that they must have some sort, but they seem to me to be creative constructions of passing conversations and settings and likings of my day.

Dream 1:

After a small joke about marrying to a particular girl and how strange that would be (again this begins in a coffee house for soem reason), she in return states that we should get married.  Without much contemplation, I agree purely on the fact, and she agrees, that we have nothing better to do.

Setting change: now I am in Tremblant Canada, which was disucssed earlier in the night, and in front of a door to some sort of spiritual building (again, I am not of the spiritual herd) about to walk in dressed like a man should in the traditional sense for  wedding, and “she” dressed in the wedding gown.  Before we walk in I close the door and ask one more time if this is really a good idea, and she quickly brings up the fact that its all a legal matter, and if we wanted to become unmarried there is no “marriage record” to fear as a recording of wrong doings.  I would have to compare this idea of marriage much like to a criminal record, which in marriage terms simply does not exist.

If I choose to become unmarried, then I am unmarried, I dont believe, as far as I know, that I am required to tell my next wife that I was married before. (Although in real life I most certainly would out of respect)  This is much unlike a criminal record, in which one would have to tell an employer or state of such activity.  At least as far as this country is concerned.

Pause: (a realization)

Continuing on with the dream, I now find myself outside of the building in which this holy matrimone was going to happen, but seemingly, and I say seemingly because there was no clear indication that it did or didn’t happen (the marriage), but little facts gather from peoples attitudes were that they wasted their time coming, only for me to deduce that the ceremony didn’t go through.  There were no hard feelings, not even radiating from the guests.

Now the weird part.  Suddenly the main mode of transportation shifted from cars and snowmobiles (again I was in Tremblant – Quebec Canada), to large elephants with blue heron legs much like in one of Salvador Dali’s paintings.

End of dream #1.

Dream 2:

This dream has much less of an abstract feel to it, since it has to do with nerdy things and dreams within dreams of meeting a particular person.  A preface must be given and follows.

I watch a weekly podcast called Diggnation, which is a play off of the word Digg, which comes obviously from Digg.com the social news website.  My fascination with this site is often misunderstood, as it is a site where alot of techy / nerdy articles and videos can be found; of which culture I am eternally tied to.  But the truth is that the non-heirarchal system to display news is very profound to me.  If every person in this country used this site, then we would have a better news system, nothing filter and regurgitated like FOX news or even, to my dismay, CNN.

Kevin Rose, is the founder of Digg.  He is not a programmer who did the back-end of the site, nor a designer who did the front-end.  He is nothing more then someone who had this idea for the site, hired a programmer $14/hr to coded the site, and paid a whole $1500.00 for the domain name “DIGG.COM”.  However, he is a brilliant entrepreneur, started and maintained the company which has received millions in venture capital, and will likely be bought out by Google at one point or another for as much as YouTube was.

I admire this man.  He has many other sites he has ventured upon and every single one impresses me.  He has good ideas, goes with them, and is passionate about what he does.

My dream was as simple as showing him, in person, him turning to me to find out about this new iPod Touch application.  It felt good to show someone who constantly shows you something new: something new.