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M and M and a coworker and a couple of others in a small car. I opened up an email on the screen in the back seat that was embedded in the back ofthe front passenger seat. It was from one of the M's. We're moving she said. She gave a list of names some were moving to Jdawa and some were moving to Aurselo, CO. Neither of these is a real place. Under some of the people moving to Jdawa it had a date. They all were Sep 10. I recognized none of the names, but I realized it had something to do with some terrorist attack in some other part of the world that happened before Sep 11. I began balling, sobbing uncontrollably. It felt wonderful. Then realizing that people were around me began pulling it together, I explained myself saying that soemthing from Sep 11 just popped into my head and I was crying about that. I remember thinking who would understand if I cried for people in Jdawa?

I wondered what Aurselo, CO would be like. It's a pretty name for a town.

I woke up completely dry eyed and rational except for a little sleep in my eyes. Even in my dreams I don't feel I can be honest about myself in front of coworkers. Intolerance is a funny thing. Why be more myself around my coworkers? I just don't feel like hiding anymore.

There was more to the dream, but I have to go to work.