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  <title>Journey to Gestalt</title>
  <subtitle>...with side-quests all over!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <email>ouri-chan@ouri.laranica.com</email>
    <name>Ouri</name>
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  <updated>2007-08-28T13:07:21Z</updated>
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    <title>I'm not sure I want to know...</title>
    <published>2007-08-28T12:29:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-28T13:07:21Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">...what kind of omen it is for the rest of the day, that I woke up this morning from a dream about a possessed toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really. &amp;gt;,0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream started out &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as attending something that seemed like a cross between a family reunion and some kind of fannish get-together. I don't think the dream-me had any close friends of relatives involved, though.  Anyway, the people in charge had just gathered folks around a campfire for the main event of the gathering (which I seem to recall involved alcohol somehow), when the weather suddenly turned nasty and ominous, and scattered everyone.  I ran with several other people into a lodge-type building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since biological functions happen, apparently even when you've fallen into the middle of a sad, sorry excuse for a horror movie, I headed for the bathroom. Which was dark, not well-maintained, and just kind of gross overall. And I thought, 'great, this is just about the point where the toilet does something weird.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, the bowl obligingly welled up and flooded over, threatening to swamp my toes. I remember being glad that at least the last person had flushed, so it was nothing worse than clear water. But it still ticked me off, because, well, &lt;i&gt;I had to go&lt;/i&gt; and this toilet was getting attitudinous on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hit it. Hard. And growled something about "Don't you EVEN start with me - !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it stopped flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all right, so that much worked. I still really had to go, and I didn't trust the damned &lt;small&gt;(perhaps literally)&lt;/small&gt; thing not to act up. So I was busy threatening to kick it off its base if it tried to get smart with me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when I woke up.  And realized - I had to go to the bathroom.  So I crawled out of bed, used our nice, non-possessed toilet, and crawled back in to doze the 10 - 15 minutes left before my alarm went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my morning - how's all of yours going? =D</content>
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