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I dreamt last night that I was on a Raiders of the Lost Ark-esque search for my mother's engagement ring. She had hidden it and told me how to find it, but it involved using mirrors to focus light which shone in the place where the next clue was, etc. I finally found it and it was cubic zirconium and the band was adjustable, like a ring from a gumball machine. I went to a restaurant, set the ring on top of a steak, and set off across the room. A waiter recognized that I didn't belong there and stopped me. "What are you doing?" he asked, angrily. "I have to serve this steak," I said, wrenching my arm from his grasp. I continued across the room, where I served the steak to Alex.

srah - Sunday, 9 February 2003 - 5:05 PM

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