2007-03-13 The Flower In My Hand

Today, I took my car to the garage. They found the reason for the strange sounds and fixed it. It took them less than four hours, and they charged me 220 €. Yeah, right. Two hundred and twenty Euro. All they did was replacing a broken switch for 47,50 €. The rest was wages and tax. My car sucks and I think about getting rid of it. Also, it has a sunburn.

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Job update: They fired yet another co-worker of mine. I wanted to stop complaining about my job, I know. But I have to get this off my chest. He is the third guy that gets fired out of the blue, at last as far as I am concerned. And this one was the first I will miss because I really liked. It's not enough to hate your job, you also need to be in constant fear of losing it. Hell of a company policy.

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Last night I had a dream about my ex girlfriend. When she broke up a few years ago, I used to dream about her a lot, but fortunately that stopped finally. I haven't seen her for year, but I always believed that when I met her by chance, then it would be me who wouldn't know what to say. In all my other dreams I ran away from her. Literally. But in this particular dream last night, I was absolutely cool and confident, and she was the one to look at her feet, wishing she was somewhere else.
I wonder what my subconscious mind is trying to tell me.

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To conclude toady's blog with something more delightful, I chose something that Samuel Taylor Coleridge said:
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake -- Aye, what then? [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]

About the author: You might wish to read Douglas Adams Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, where Coleridge is featured. If you like highly absurd, yet consistent mystery stories, this is how you should spend your evening!