My mattress had sufficient retained heat to make me sweat despite the chilly air blowing over me. I was simultaneously hot and cold throughout the night. I think that was a major influence in my dreams. The two that I recall both involved a high level of danger.

The first dream involved being a spy. I was investigating a criminal network. We knew they were smuggling something, but we did not know what. When I arrived at the scene, I recognized a man who was there. He was a former co-worker of mine in real life. He recognized me and nodded silently, as if he did not want anyone to know that we were acquainted. When he reached the checkpoint, he suddenly sprinted, but he was detained by guards. Someone asked "who owns this slave?" I said I did and they let him go with me. Prior to that incident, I did not know that this was a slavery operation. We casually walked away until we found a hiding place and hid for a long time. The situation was very dangerous, because I did not actually have documentation indicating that I was a slave owner. We were fortunate that those documents had not been requested.

The second dream also involved a checkpoint with guards. This one was a border crossing. I'm not sure which country I was trying to enter. I had a packet of salt in my pocket that contained an image of a political leader from the country that I was leaving. The guard was deeply offended by this and demanded that I destroy it. He would not even confiscate it directly. I had to do the destruction because he did not want to touch it. I was ordered to separate the fragments in multiple garbage cans.

I received a message on OKC about the Firefox personas that I designed. I thought it was odd, because I did not recall mentioning them on OKC. I reviewed all my posts and verified that I really had not mentioned them on there. The only public mention that I ever made about them was on blogstalk and it was done with my udosero profile.

The sender of that message looked familiar, but I could not recall why. I just discovered that this person has at least two active profiles on OKC. The older profile previously had a New York location, but that has been changed to London. The new profile indicates Brisbane, Australia. I had previously saved the older profile but I forgot to record a note for the reason.

The vein in the heel of my left palm is visibly elevated about an eighth of an inch and I feel a tickling sensation as the blood moves through it. It has been this way for the past three hours. Shaking my arm for several minutes has not caused any change in the condition. I don't feel any pain at the moment, but I am still somewhat concerned about this.

My mother had a much more severe version of this when she was pregnant. It happened in her leg and caused excruciating pain. I often wonder if this is somehow related to how messed up I am. My grandmother experienced this condition very often, at least once a week. She called it "twisting veins". It was always painful when it happened to her. She remained as still as possible until it passed, because she believed that sudden movement while it was happening could cause the vein to rip open. I have not found any Western medical condition with symptoms like this, and I'm wondering if it's a genetic disorder.

My client's mother died today. We originally had plans to meet tomorrow to discuss the site that I am developing for him. I received an email earlier today informing me that the meeting had to be rescheduled due to the death. My reply focused exclusively on the rescheduling without any mention of the death. I did not say the typical "I'm sorry" or anything like that. It's not that I don't care, although I really don't care that much about a woman I never met before. I wouldn't feel right saying the typical stuff even if I did care.

I am looking out the window during a huge snowstorm and I notice that an iceberg has formed in the East River. It's height is almost exactly the same as the height of the Brooklyn Bridge. I notice that a car is embedded in this iceberg and I take some photos of it. Although I am on the 6th floor, I am able to walk outside my window and end up on ground level.

There is a table outside with a few people seated. Everyone is facing the camera. This is apparently an event to announce the winner of the World Cup, which happens to be Brazil and not Spain. I walk past the table and see a museum dedicated to Brazilian athletes that have abnormal physiology. There is an illustration of a man who has a third lung in his lower abdomen. There is also an enormous statue that is supposedly a life size model of a 30 foot tall Brazillian soccer player.

The alarm awakens me.

Gmail has been loading extra slowly for me for the past few weeks. Last week, my mobile access to gmail stopped sending me notifications when new messages became available. Now I am getting repeated Google Error pages when trying to load Youtube videos. I'm not sure if they have a pervasive bug/attack or if they may be over capacity. Either way, it doesn't look good for them.