April 09, 2001
Swimming and splash pages
At some hotel, Dan G. and his wife were helping their son Tanner down the slide into a pool. I went into the hot tub and found Mari; we were wearing almost identical swimsuits (the black one with orange and hot pink stripes from Land's End). Also in the hot tub were Zach, Blake, Anissa, and a whole bunch of other people I haven't seen in a very long time. I told Mari, "I'm going in the deep end." Mari came with since she wanted to be in cooler water. By the time we walked over there, more people were in the once-empty pool. I was in an inner tube and kicked Blake's inner tube. Then some sort of safety break was called, and we all had to sit on the concrete by the pool. The management threw nets over us, then gave us these claim check-lookin' things with numbers on it. Each person had about three or four different numbers on their ticket. Then a piece of paper was circulated and the management told us to sign it and give our number: since we each had four, I didn't know which number. I wasn't going first, so I figured I'd wait and see what everyone else did. As this was happening, I realized we were being put into groups: the other two sounded like they were based on Irish names, but our league, the Arkalexa league, clearly had no Irish background.
When we got the paper to sign, I noticed Erika had signed it and written down three of her four numbers. To be safe, I wrote all of mine. While it had just been a steno-sized notepad, now it was a formal invitation, and somehow I weaved a fiber globe just by moving my pencil over the front. Then I passed it on. Erika smiled at me and said, "I gave my tax ID number just in case I win." I didn't know that it was a contest I had entered. I wondered if I should put mine down, then realized I didn't have one and maybe I shouldn't go out broadcasting that sort of information anyway.
Erika then showed me her paintings, including one of horses running through the ocean: it looked faintly like a perfume or beer ad, and I told her I thought I had seen it before. Then she showed me a painting of fish running away from a painting of fish and that one was somewhat intriguing.
Someone complimented me on my use of color, although I have no idea how that fits into any of these dreams.
I was redesigning a web site advertising workshops in web design, and the first thing I did was remove the splash pages. Then I toyed around with the idea of starting a "Beautify the Web: Delete Your Splash Page" campaign.