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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred . Page 42 of 307 drawn away from my dreams, which were almost always of my time at the U, often pursuing co-eds, a term still used in Utah to mean what it has always meant: hotties. Sometimes in these dreams I am a student and sometimes a student-teacher. My dreams are always rich in symbolism. Bright roses. Windows. Doors. Candles. Ponds. Pools. Waves. Entire rooms of seated students listening to a lecture as water slowly begins to flow in and soon we are all taking off our clothes so that we do not sink, and we are all happy and swimming. I have happy dreams. My dreams are never of being pursued by a haranguing boss. I imagined that Steve was one of these old people that awoke at five and then wandered around waiting for the world to wake up so that he could find someone to talk to. Somehow he had settled on eight as the hour it became appropriate to call people in the morning. Note for interested" parties: the hour it becomes appropriate to call people in the morning is never in the morning. It is always in the afternoon. "Eight 0' Clock in the morning is too early for me." I had to say something. s "What? Do you want this job or not?" "You never mentioned all this early morning stuff. I want to be your night dude. I want to be the dude with the infra red •binocs that gets to sit out under a bush until its dawn. And then I want to climb into my own bed and sleep until about two in the |