November 6, 2004

• I dreamt I was a prodigy child. I was all of five years old, but I was pretty much given the run of my own education. My room was full of books, and I could go anywhere and do anything I chose.

  
  

  In the neighborhood, an old Jewish scholar died. His family saw no value in his possessions, so they were giving everything away for next to nothing. So I, the child prodigy, went to his little basement home which was full of bookshelves and knickknacks. His children and grandchildren were there, but they just stood there and looked sad. I asked if I could have all the books and bottles, and they just shrugged and nodded.

  
  

  So I went through the numerous bookshelves, but there was nothing of particular interest there. I was just about to leave with nothing but a few nondescript books and old bottles when I saw more books on a coffee table, covered over by old papers and dirty dishes. I don’t remember all the titles, but there were about five occult books there and one with the title Daemons, which is Greek for Angels. Yeah, I know Daemon looks like demon, but the Greek word for demon is Cacodemon… trust me, I know about this. heh

  
  

  So I left with my books and bottles, but then for some reason I went back. The little cellar room was all cleaned up, and this time all it contained was a neat little bed and an old Compaq computer like they had when they had just started using them in schools… big computer, small screen, lots of wires.

  
  

  Funny thing, the computer was also a video answer machine. I sat down on the bed and a little light was blinking, so I hit the play messages button. Suddenly, the screen lit up and the Sargent of Scotland yard started talking, revealing secrets, etc, showing secret passages as if he expected the old man who had died to go on some kind of secret mission for him. (I don’t even know if Scotland Yard has Sargents! lol) What was even more interesting was that he kept referring to the old man as Sherlock Holmes.

  
  

  So the message ended, and I was about to leave, when the Sargent came in, very surprised to see me. He had just heard about the old man’s death I suppose and he had come to destroy the message he had sent before anyone saw it. Only I had seen it, and I admonished him to be more careful in sending such information laden messages. And then he recruited me for the secret mission, but I woke up before I got to find out exactly what it was.

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