I had a dream...

[Andymac]

Last night and it was really vivid. I don't usually remember this kind of stuff, maybe a bit after I wake up. This stuck. It featured some of the people i have met through GP, and took place at a future Flatstock. It wasn't Seattle or Austin, but was in some kind of facility that used to be a school.

So it started with sitting down at a table at a cafe outside the facility, lots of familiar faces, everyone was waiting for the place to open to go set up. Frank Kozik was there, and he talked a bit with the people at the table, then said he had to go to work, and turned out he was a waiter in the cafe. Then someone came over and said he ran into someone I knew, from Philly, hockey fan, named Bill - it was a guy I sold a press to 20 years ago, owned a screen shop there. I lost track of this person about 6 years ago, he sold his business and got out of screenprinting.

Once I went inside, I stated looking for my booth space. There were 2 floors, I ended upstairs. I find what looks like my booth, and then Rene shows up and asks if it's OK. I say yeah, and then this person from our town walks by - I'm really surprised to meet her there, but end up not talking much as I had to start setting up - when i looked around, almost everyone had their booths together, and down the row in the room, I see a set of racks, so I walk down to get them. Then I notice, at most of the booths, almost everybody is doing onsite printing, they have little mini screens and tables, really small, with kicklegs.

Before I get to the booth with the rack, I notice whiteyhouston lying on the floor. But he's sober! I say hi, and ask what's happening, he tells me he is enrolled in University in Edmonton, but having a little trouble with the dean.

I move on to these guys at the end, but the rack is no longer there, but they say if they get it back, I can use it after they're done, I look around and there are racks all over the place. All the booths have these little 8"x12" screens set up.

Then I woke up.

[lil_tuffy]

The owls are not what they seem, Andy.