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There is an email virus that appears to be from support.microsoft.com, with an attachment, I received it today and yesterday. Don't open it, just delete it.
I had an epic dream last night. I was about 12 years old and was evading hundreds of soldiers in a sun bleached 1950's style suburban village near the ocean. I was slowly and deliberately working my way west toward the beach. They would pass slowly in convoys with sensitive listening devices trying to find me. I would be crossing roads and entering houses, and waiting and watching for my chance to move west. The people in the houses were sympathetic to me, and in one case, even helped me evade capture. The soldiers were kicking in doors, and storming houses looking for me, but I managed to keep ahead of them.
My goal was to get to the ocean, and swim out to sea. The water was cold and choppy, and I knew that I would eventually drown, but decided that death was better than capture. I finally ran onto the beach, and a soldier grabbed my jacket from behind, but I was able to wiggle out of the jacket and continue on. At the last dune, a strange big-headed man in a tight red costume had been hiding and waiting for me. This was their last line of defense, these strange alien bug-men that had been hiding at the surf line, anticipating my route. As he lunged toward me, I woke up.
I had an epic dream last night. I was about 12 years old and was evading hundreds of soldiers in a sun bleached 1950's style suburban village near the ocean. I was slowly and deliberately working my way west toward the beach. They would pass slowly in convoys with sensitive listening devices trying to find me. I would be crossing roads and entering houses, and waiting and watching for my chance to move west. The people in the houses were sympathetic to me, and in one case, even helped me evade capture. The soldiers were kicking in doors, and storming houses looking for me, but I managed to keep ahead of them.
My goal was to get to the ocean, and swim out to sea. The water was cold and choppy, and I knew that I would eventually drown, but decided that death was better than capture. I finally ran onto the beach, and a soldier grabbed my jacket from behind, but I was able to wiggle out of the jacket and continue on. At the last dune, a strange big-headed man in a tight red costume had been hiding and waiting for me. This was their last line of defense, these strange alien bug-men that had been hiding at the surf line, anticipating my route. As he lunged toward me, I woke up.
