Back to my home page/introDate: 4 Dec 92 20:02:43 GMT Summary: Just getting myself into trouble
I was instructed to attend an important business meeting for my employer. It was made evident to me that one C.J. Silverio would be attending on behalf of SGI, though I could not fathom what business VeriFone could possibly be doing with SGI. All of the managers at this meeting would be very senior and very conservative, and I could see clearly that they would not tolerate any open references to talk.bizarre, were they to learn anything about what it meant.
I hovered outside the door of the meeting room. The person present did not seem as though she could be the CJ I knew of; she was identifiable only because she was the only woman present. Slim, with a short-cropped mannish black haircut and an olive complexion, an androgynously bony face, wearing grey-tinted glasses and a stylish black business suit, she presented a forbidding and sinister presence. Throughout the meeting she said nothing, only drawing intricately cabalistic designs in black pen on a small artist's notepad, and writing cryptically illegible notes. I also said nothing.
When the meeting ended and the participants rose to leave, I attempted to introduce myself. I found myself unable to move, to speak the words "talk.bizarre", or otherwise to explain my virtual acquaintance with her. CJ stared impassively past me until I ceased to talk, and then swept away with the rest of the SGI contingent. I remained, standing in the hall.
-- C
P.S. No points for psychological interpretations.
P.P.S. Yes, I really dreamed this, on the night of 11/29.
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