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In the dream, we had returned from Hawaii, and for some reason, I had quit MR. I was working now with familiar people. Only those people were the Jurix people, and they were running some kindof dot com. Gail was there, only older and more distant. She treated me with contempt, because she knew she had some sort of hand over me, knowing I had come back after all these years. Plus, Ihad come in late today, I'm sure of it. Only, she never told us what time work really started, and so each of us were always late. I sat at a small cold table in a grey room next to mixmatchedsecond-hand metal office furniture. Somebody else shared this room with me, but we never talked. I sat at my desk, reflecting. What had happened to my job at MR? Did I leave? Was I let go? Icouldn't remember. I daydreamed.

Daydreamed back to last night, and how awful that praise night went. The Pedals were at the summer EFC Worship-thon, scheduled to play only one night. Many other talented bands had gone beforeus in the last few days, and now, we were due to play at 8pm. It was 8:30pm, and I had just arrived. Some kind of misunderstanding or bad directions. An older woman, who reminded me of Lily,kj's ex-landlord, was speaking to me in her Taiwanese English. I disagreed with what she was saying, and it made me upset. I was yelling at her now, only moments before the Pedals were tostart. I said something like "I have to find the strength within myself to make this worship time successful. Too much is on the line." As I said it, I horrified myself. The clock was ticking.I plugged in, stepped on to stage. I could see them, but they could not see me. Hundreds of mulling students, teens and pre-teens. All asian, all colorfully dressed. I looked down at where Ihad left the music stand. It was gone. The emcee had moved it, and folded it up. It was awkard to find it now, unfold it and set it back up while strapped to my guitar. The emcee announced us,and then there was silence. A large miniblind separated the audience from the stage I was on. My stage was on the side, and I was by myself. Tim and Jojo were to the right, on another stagethat was more central. But we could not see each other. I began to play an A2 chord. The sound from my guitar was distance, and it was because my guitar was electric, not acoustic. I sustainedthe A2 nonsense for some time. Kids were starting to organize themselves in the pews, expectant. I kept sustaining the A2, knowing that I would have to stop when my little sound check was done."Check one two, check" I said into the mic. My voice was too loud. I asked a faceless operator to turn my vocals up, and to put my guitar up. But he didn't turn my guitar up. We were momentsfrom starting. I hadn't reviewed the songs, and I was sure that I had shuffled them out of order.

I found myself in Maui. Teleported there, but only for 24 hours. KJ was here somewhere too, and we were to find each other, spend one last day in this wonderful place, and return to CulverCity. When I arrived in Maui, I was in the Waimea resort area, only it had been developed now for the last 200 years, and it looked a lot like the mountainous part of Pasadena. Gone was the 2lane road they called the highway, it had been replaced with an LA style highway with 4 lanes. Nobody drove along the road, and there didn't seem to be enough street lights. I found myself atmy hotel, in the room, alone. It was so quite without the song the ocean makes. The room had a concrete floor. A broken wood door led to the bathroom. I stepped over the threshold into stainedtile, looking for a place to pee. The sink over there seemed low enough, and had been filled with pink soapy water. So I urinated there, in the dark. Wondering where I would find kj tonight,and how we would manage in such an awful room, with such a large cold bathroom.

I thought about tomorrow's activities. What would we do, given one last day in Maui? Take the Sugar Cane Train to nowhere again? Drive up the crater? Make our way all the way to Hana? I doubtour hotel had a suitable pool or beach. Wasn't sure if any of the tourist attractions were still good. Resentful of my gift of one more day in Maui, I wish I had never been teleported here atall. One day, after all, was just not enough to enjoy this vacation.

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