A series of dreams

I dreamt I was back at work. And leaving work, the skies were dark. The streets were empty. There was the threat of lightning, and I heard someone shout that I had 20 minutes before the storm would hit. I walked into the subway at 23rd street. When I arrived at Prince Street, the station had been transformed into an international nexus. Any cell phone plan would work in the station from anywhere in the world, as a woman showed me. A Japanese schoolgirl was showing off her cell phone to some friends. It looked like a Tamogachi. The station had the atmosphere of a futuristic bazaar. Everything was steel polished to a high lustre. Then L.W. called; my phone sang the "Mexican Hat Dance," and I awoke. Posted by eku at April 2, 2004 11:01 AM