A morning of metaphoric dreams.
Saw people I hadn’t seen in ages.
They were themselves, but more so.
I helped a self-absorbed friend set up –
she was late for her own vernissage.
A nomadic friend and I forded a river –
she was living in a field. Next door:
A minimalist friend turned antique dealer.
Ray Charles bought a plate from her.
Her prices were high and I wondered:
Where had she been hiding all that stuff?
Then I reviewed the dream for usability,
cross-browser, cross-platform compatibility.
Disappointed with IE for Macintosh, I woke up.
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