October 1, 1998

The day was an ordinary day.

I taught my classes and reviewed the assignments and made preparations for my Friday classes and even went grocery shopping at Vons.

What was significant was the dream I had last night.

Marc LeBeau connected me with my self-sliding other self, who had rescued me from the gallows back in February.

"I reunited with my friends," my other self said.

He did not make it home, exactly, but to one of the worlds where he and his friends slid refugees. It was a happy reunion.

This got me thinking though.

What was his home world like, if he and his friends had to slide refugees to another dimension, instead of relocating them to another part of their world?