28th August 2002<TITLE> </HEAD> <BODY bgcolor="#ffffff"> <p>28th August 2002 <p>All I remember of the dream is checking some computers for the sort of memory that they should take. The computers had their cases open and weren’t powered on. It turned out that all the systems I saw were Pentium or Pentium 2 systems, so the memory guessing game wasn’t too difficult. <p>The next thing I know I am on a minibus that is transporting these open cased machines somewhere. The more I look at the machines, the more dirt / soil appears to be in them. The people on the bus say that people should look after their machines better and I say that people should clean them up before returning them, looking at the dirt. <p>I’m soon at a nurses surgery and she is checking my condition and gets me to fill in my credit card details (which I can’t actually remember) on a grey form. The nurse tells me she is prescribing me Oeanthium (oh-an-fi-um) as I wake up. </BODY> </HTML>