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It was only a dream... but a good one. I was back at the monastery where there are a bunch of snooty twats who fervently practice fake piety in the zendo every morning, and then go on through their day ripping each others' eyeballs out... so to speak. A little clutch of ladies my age were at this full throttle just after greeting me and I said something about it.
They were shocked into silence but at the same time trying to scatter like a cue ball had just smacked them toward their pockets. I'd sort of stuck a short in their circuits and they were unsure whether to run or to "correct" me or to pretend like nothing happened. After a moment they seemed to gather some strength in their number, four against one, and began to scold me. In short, I called bullshit and told them take it or leave it, up to them, and walked off.
They caught up to me a few minutes later. Smiles. Not really even sheepish, and, for once, not fake. One came up and kissed my cheek, thanked me and hugged me. Then she pushed me in the pool.
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Of all things to have this good dream at my mother's house. How weird the world is! Even as I am definitely weird, turned pro, it still has its surprises.
always and any time....
