Dman was in one of my classes, with a
cell phone and
pager numbers for everyone of us. Within minutes, everyone in the class was
rattling and
buzzing.
Our professor was
angry.
We were angry.
Someone sent me
email asking why I didn't like
hamsters.
In my
dream last night, I figured out that
Dman was an anagram for
Damn. I wanted to
node it, but I couldn't, somehow.
This is
Everything Dream number two. My computer is going to
swallow me whole.