The six-day-week technique threatens to turn into the Klein Model when I'm not required to eat dinner at a certain time...while sleeping from 5pm-midnight tonight I had the following dream.

It's World War II and a bunch of us are being put into some kind of holding area. The war setting is one of those things you just know in the dream, there isn't actually much evidence of it; no soldiers anywhere, no one being killed, we're all just going into this area. It's semi-outdoors with lots of separate, curvilinear pieces of roof overlapping, all made of different materials, some concrete, some canvas. It's raining, and so in walking around I have to dance a bit to avoid the random drainoff. Everyone else sits around looking sullen. They're mostly people around my age.

Soon it becomes evident that a train is soon going to leave this place, and it's one that everyone wants to be on. I'm one of the last to enter, and when I get to the entrance I see it's got a vending machine-type bill slot where you pay. Before I can do anything a guy sitting in front of the entrance puts in a $20 and pays for me; I thank him and enter. A few seconds later I panic, realizing I've left my jacket out in the holding area we were in. Somehow I decide the jacket is so vitally important that even though the train is about to start moving, I jump off and run to get it (the irony that it was the jacket I own in real life, a German army jacket, escaped me at the time). When I get back the train has indeed left the station, so I start running after it along the tracks. Soon I see two guys on the tracks, appearing to be holding the end of the train while waving me in. But when I get to them, I see it was some kind of illusional joke, and the train is actually way past them. They stop waving and walk away. But then the train does stop and wait for me, and I get on. All in good fun, I suppose.

The interior of the train is a bit like a cubist cafe, with pizzeria-type tables and chairs that are all of different sizes. Lots of people are sitting and standing about, chatting emphatically. I squeeze into the only available chair, which is way to small for anyone.

A while later the train arrives at a zoo and everyone gets off and starts walking through with a guide. Eventually we come to a huge bridge, which is the giraffe area. These giraffes, it should be noted, are about 100 feet tall, as a rough estimate. They're lined up in roped-off areas along the bridge, each with enough room to sit. The zoo guide is talking to us about how they have to be careful when bringing elephants by here. Then we come to a 100-foot tall 7UP bottle, in the shape of a 2-liter bottle. She says "see, we still haven't worked out how to get through here that way. You try to go through here and you'll get a shower of 7UP." Whatever you say, zoo tour guide.

At the end of the zoo tour there is apparently nowhere else to go, at all, so we sit down in a huge atrium that has a view of the giraffe bridge.