When you have been doing what I do for a living for over 20 freakin' years you learn that when you find a good phone tech support guy it behooves you to be very nice to them--cultivate a good working rapport etc.-- and ask for them by name when you call for tech support. So when I needed the software that runs our microscope tweaked i called and asked for my favorite guru. After optimizing the software he asked me if we are getting our fluorescent probes from his company. I said I didn't know because we were buying our probes from another lab which is buying them in bulk from somewhere and reselling them to us. He mentioned the name of a lab and I said yes them. Oohh, he said and laughed an ironic laugh "This will really help me at a meeting I have later on in the week." "Did I just get myself in trouble?" I said. "No," he said, "Like a good journalist I never reveal my source. I helped you this morning and you helped me." Well this conversation really rattled me. I felt I was in the middle of corrupt goings on and subterfuges on the part of the other lab. On the way home I told this story to a co-worker I car pool with as we traveled a road that winds through apple orchards. It was a gorgeous evening with the apple trees yearning to come into leaf. She asked if I was going to tell any of the higher ups my concerns. "No," I said.
The next morning she comes into the lab and says "You are going to hate me."
"Oh, you need a ride home again tonight, no problem." I say.
"No," she says, "I told the director of clinical operations about your awkward incident."
Don't people know when to just listen to other people vent and not meddle!
Anyway on to my dream. I think it was the night before the wretched phone call. I had a dream of a man who looked a lot like Brendan Frasier -- a large solid type, the type into whose arms you could collapse. It was kind of an erotic dream but the most striking thing is that there was something other than sexual attraction that was drawing me to this man. The only word I can use to describe it is a rather old-fashioned one--felicity. Yes, there was great felicity between us. Meaning I felt we would find the same things humorous and that he would stand beside me emotionally and spiritually--as corny as that sounds. Also the physical attraction I felt towards him was broader than just sexual--it was as though I could feel the life force (the prana, if you will) surging in his body when I was close to him. I woke up feeling refreshed and peaceful. The last time I had a dream along these lines it was around Christmas time. The man in the dream took the form of a high school classmate that carried a flame for me for a time. The next morning I sent him a cryptically flirtatious message on facebook and his brusque response made it clear to me that he thought I had gone insane.
The next morning she comes into the lab and says "You are going to hate me."
"Oh, you need a ride home again tonight, no problem." I say.
"No," she says, "I told the director of clinical operations about your awkward incident."
Don't people know when to just listen to other people vent and not meddle!
Anyway on to my dream. I think it was the night before the wretched phone call. I had a dream of a man who looked a lot like Brendan Frasier -- a large solid type, the type into whose arms you could collapse. It was kind of an erotic dream but the most striking thing is that there was something other than sexual attraction that was drawing me to this man. The only word I can use to describe it is a rather old-fashioned one--felicity. Yes, there was great felicity between us. Meaning I felt we would find the same things humorous and that he would stand beside me emotionally and spiritually--as corny as that sounds. Also the physical attraction I felt towards him was broader than just sexual--it was as though I could feel the life force (the prana, if you will) surging in his body when I was close to him. I woke up feeling refreshed and peaceful. The last time I had a dream along these lines it was around Christmas time. The man in the dream took the form of a high school classmate that carried a flame for me for a time. The next morning I sent him a cryptically flirtatious message on facebook and his brusque response made it clear to me that he thought I had gone insane.
