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Swimming With Your iPod

Last night, I had some more vivid dreams. I don't remember most of them, but one moment stood out to me.

I was stretching - doing yoga or situps - on a dock. It was an urban waterfront, and I may have lived in the building right behind me. It was a cold and blustery day, kind of like this past weekend. As I was exercising, a girl jogged into sight. She was wearing appropriate jogging apparel and had an iPod in her hand. . She ran from the street onto the dock (it ran lengthwise along the waterline, not jutting into the bay) and then ran across it. She continued toward the water and stepped off the dock as if she was stepping down onto another level of street.

Obviously, she was not. She fell into the water with her iPod, floundering and surprised. All of us on the dock and street noticed, but before we could help she had lifted herself back onto the dock.

Embarrassed, she seemed ready just to run away. In my mind, I was about to call out, to offer her some dry clothes (I lived in the row of warehouse-converted-condos right behind) or something...

Then I woke up.

Moral of the story: don't swim with your iPod. One of my friends did (unintentionally) a few summer's back. He was fairly annoyed with himself when he realized just how many GBs of music he had lost.

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Suzanne said…
one summer i left my Ipod out in the rain and put it in the laundry... it survived... only one of them I think I can't remember which one.

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