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… but I am, anyway, so let's continue, shall we? I just had the most pleasantly surreal experience which is no doubt going to bridge my waking reality and my sleeping dream, and my memory of it is still fresh, so I should get it all down while I can. (Bless nonlinear text editing.) I was doing my usually unusual round of exploring Second Life venues at a wee hour and checking out clubs and dancing… and then I wanted some peace, quiet, and solitude. I was already really quite tired but the SL addiction dragged me on + on + on. I soon found myself flying above a snowy yinyang — which itself is a landmark if you know where to look for it.

Trudging on a bit until I approached the green dots on my mini-map, and who should I see other than… well, I'll let the pictures speak since I'm almost out of words at this point:

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Whipped into a frenzy by the surreality of the moment — recalling a dream I had as a youth of walking a long distance in the snow in my bare feet and never getting cold — the music soon shifted from a mellow jazz to a fervent, thumping type of psychadelic, trancey, techno music.?I was?flanked by Gunnar and Angelina aka "Angie" on one side, and on the other by the effervescent Hamlet. He?soon shouted out references to SNL's Sprockets, and seeing a mental picture of Mike Myers as Dieter "get down" to Kraftwerk, I accordingly "got down" as well.

Knowing that if this was a dream, I wouldn't be dancing anywhere as fast as I should, I summoned the power of the CCD (Cristiano Crack Dance) and double-timed it up and down the crunchy snow. Surreal, with a very appropriate name I might add, soon joined the scene, and she commented that I was on too much caffeine… or some such substance… I don't recall — it must have been because I was high.

In the background, massive billboards showcasing models as part of the New World Notes Fashion Expo '04 seemed to spin around my avatar as my avatar — well — spun around, as a representation of how I really would spaz-dance in a situation like this. The whirring of digitally digital (redundant!) cameras soon went clicking through what would have felt like a cold air if it was real snow, and we danced. We danced. We danced.

Need I say: OMG!!! WHAT A TRIP!!!