I also dreamed about owning a Rottweiller the other night that was a bit too aggressive. I was scared of my own dog. I was ashamed in front of Jim S. that I couldn't control it better, but my main concern in the dream was that I wasn't being very fair to the dog by having me as an emotional guide. After waking, I wrote Hank (Chris Hill) the next day talking about my fear that I don't have the wisdom to deal with the seriousness of other people's lives. The dream stirred something in me. (probably the seriousness of seeing the 9-11 stuff on T.V. again had some part of putting these thoughts in my head.) The feeling was like waking up the next day after a bad acid trip at a family Thanksgiving gathering, thinking who the fuck am I to be screwing with other people's lives. Serious, serious, serious.... damn, it's not my job to be a reality fixture for others. I'm wondering why I'm feeling in the spot light when I really don't have anyone that relies on me in this capacity. Perhaps being around all these new people at work has something to do with it as well. After all I just came back from working a job that I had no social contact with others to an environment where I am surrounded by people. Maybe that's it. Anyway, cheers to all those self-contained floating souls that might have the same feelings of self-doubt and self-worth or perhaps might actually be concerned for the well being of others. Row, row, row, your boat, gently down the stream... (I'm not stoned by the way... just a load of caffine.)