Continuing where the last post left off, no sooner than I try to comprehend the Michael Jordan dream a second such dream happens. I think this one was last night. I go to the used record store and I'm in line to check out. One of the guys in line says to me "I think that's Michael Phelps at the counter, but he's just helping, DO NOT talk to him." So I go up, get one of the other guys to check out my purchase and just do a tiny little glance at him at the front. He wasn't really doing anything, just assembling inventory and that thing, but he was towering over everyone else there.
That was the whole dream. Very strange.
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