July 22, 2002


The president's submarine is slowly sinking. Inside our sub, I get training on how to do a rescue mission, including saving people from big, water-filled vacuum tubes. My mom, who's an expert on deep sea recovery missions, gives me advice. I decide to ride in the big robot.
So we all have to drift through the ocean to get to the president's sub, instead of driving our sub there. It's a 3-day journey. I ask what we have to eat on this journey, and a colleague tells me "An endless supply of bread & jam." Then we float through an underwater supermarket and eat food we pull directly from the shelf. Then we float through an underwater restaurant, where one of us is accused of stealing beer. I just take a sprite, and sit down at the table to order dinner. Then, while I'm floating through the Greenlake neighborhood, a man in a car asks me about my extensive movie carrer. I tell him I haven't had any serious roles before this one. Then I dream that I wake up and try to wirte this dream down, but the lights in my bedroom are burnt out.

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