The building I work in has a name. They call it, The Blue Flame. It's incised in bronze and etched in marble. Not “The Blue Flame Building", just The Blue Flame. On top of the building they have a ten foot high gas burner that they used to light up every night to make a 15 foot natural gas beacon!! I like all of that. It makes it seem like anything can happen and that you can be almost anywhere when you're in The Blue Flame.
There are some real dull reasons for the name and the sculpture but they interfere with the dream so I forgot them. Forgetting is good when it means you can be anything you want to be.

Work is funny. My health is about 50% now and I must look better. (And thanks for not telling me that my situation was critical . . . I think; dying would have been such an interesting surprise.) A lot of the women were talking to me this evening. One bothered me a little bit. She's one of the huge ones. Like I have a 30 inch waist and I am positive her thigh is bigger around than my waist. She was fine and I liked a lot of what we talked about except she kept telling me about these off kilter sex things, like how she enters wet T-Shirt contests . . . and she invited me to one this weekend so I could see her act . . . One really cute woman introduced herself and then never said another word to me. Madness of the Blue Flame?