Megan showed me the device

Megan showed me the device that looked like a power adapter. There was a square black box, perhaps two inches on a side and an inch deep. It had prongs to plug into a power outlet. A cable came out of the device with a connector on the end. The device was used to connect to the Internet from a power outlet. We were sitting in a dark wood panelled living room, in overstuffed chairs. Megan told me about her work analyzing organizations.

My girlfriend, in this sequence

In this sequence, I am in a large, rather dark office, filled with cubicles and rather wide passages. I am wondering where my girlfriend is, when she walks up to talk to the person in the cube to my left. She is wearing a black and red-checked dress with short sleeves and knee-length. It is acceptable in this environment for me to walk up to my girlfriend and put my arm around her waist and stand next to her.

I can imagine my Dad drawing Yellow Page ads in Eternity

I can imagine my Dad in Eternity doing what he had done for many decades: drawing Yellow Page ads. Many of his salesmen would be there, to take his work and sell them to those entrepreneurs who, even in Eternity, who see a need and create a business to tap the market for that service or product. It makes sense to me. They would advertise in the Eternity Yellow Pages.

On the hillsides in Eternity, there are all these people stretched out, sleeping. They are the ones who Dexter had told: "you can sleep when you die". In this life, you needed to go without sleep to maximize your productivity.

Out in the sun

The sky is blue, but hazy. The sun is bright, and I am walking along a street towards the parking lot. The street is asphalt and the sidewalk is old and rough, with many stones visible. I am thin and younger. I see my girl friend in the distance, and break into a trot in her direction. She does not see me, as she walks across the parking lot towards the building. She is rather tall and slender, with short, light brown hair. She is wearing jeans and a light yellow, short-sleeved blouse.

My cat in the night

My cat, a brown and white female Maine coon is sitting on a rail, in the night. She knows that I plan on grabbing her and taking her inside. She jumps off the other side of the rail, which looks to be a long fall. The sky is dark, as it is nighttime, and the hill slopes down at about a 45 degree angle. Somehow, she lands safely, and runs down the hill. I run after her. There is a path down the hill that levels out behind what look like town homes, that back up to the trail or path. At the bottom, the trail becomes a paved sidewalk. I start looking around for where my cat went. I hesitate to call, given that people might be asleep.

In another office

My son is with me when I go into an office for S***** where I am a consultant (in this sequence). We go to the security guard and I tell him that I work at the 5th Avenue office and show him my driver's license so he can check me out, which he does. For whatever reason, I don't have a badge, as we just show identification to get in the office. He lets us into the building, but we are near the entrance. We are in an area where you can walk up to a computer, with counter space around. My son asked about looking at coffee mugs from what he has in his collection of items. Instead, we are given an orangish brown leather coat. My son notices that there are several ball point pen lines on the coat. The guard had given us two coffee pots, which we set on the counter. There is a ready use PC, and I use it to go to my remote desktop. I wanted to look in the Eclipse IDE for a test that had the setup I wanted to find.

Climbing into the basement

We could have gone into the building, through security, to get to the basement, but my friend had a cover off a window, and there were stairs down into the basement of the building. This was a square hole in the building, set a few inches above the pavement. The opening was large, and I ducked down and walked down the steps. I had this communicator block, and I looked at the graphics for a young guy's posting of a written piece. I thought about my own, as that was why I had the communicator block in my hands. The size was about 5in x 5in x 5in. There was imagery on all sides, not just a conventional display.

We are staying at a motel

We have been staying at a motel, and are within walking distance of many places. The motel must be rather marginal and "mom and pop" (although, probably just the "mom"). My wife is off somewhere, and the proprietress asks me if I can pay part of the bill (presumably to help her out).