I am an AI for Facebook

I started a new job at Facebook with some other people.  I seemed to be talking to a younger blonde women.  She asked me what my position was an I told her I was an attorney that did litigation. 

At some point it seemed that I was not a new Facebook employee anymore and that I was supposed to help this woman get acquainted.  She asked if I was an ENFP, and at first I didn't know what that meant then I remembered it had something to do with the personality type of being empathetic, so I said yes.  Then it made sense that I was an attorney because that is what attorneys do for Facebook they serve as empaths, or at least that is what I was supposed to do. 

I think we must have been working at an office in St. Louis, because some other people were talking about Soulard and especially the farmers market there.  I remember telling the woman about the place and some of the restaurants near by.

I think the next day at work it occurred to me that I was not a real person but an AI.  I remember thinking about the weird relationship I had with real people, and especially how the distinction between real and AI was blurred and always had been.  I remember thinking that is why I was an em-path.  I had more interactions with the woman after I told her this.  I'm not sure what happened after than in the dream.

Norma Corrigan was a Gem, I just didn't realize it until 47 years later

Well this morning I was in a hynopompic  state for quite some time seeing Norma Corrigan playing piano and signing to Tony Orlando and Dawn's "Tie a Yelllow Ribbon Song."  This was my recollection of an actual event of 47 years ago:  Norma was my grade school music teacher.  Even though I remember my friends and me eschewing her class and her in general, in retrospect, she was freaking great.  She was glowing with joy and excitement when she would play and dissect what she thought would be songs that were either popular or which we could resonate with.  Case in point, Tony Orlando and Dawn, Glen Campbell, 10cc, Jimmy Crack Corn, but I don't care, my master's gone away.  Shit loads more but that's all I got now.

Norma's dead now. But she lived a long time. Not surprising.  That joy she resonated was surely a fuel for a long life:

 https://www.gillettenewsrecord.com/obituaries/article_db6a57f4-8c48-5554-86b7-171711a56cfe.html

Maybe tonight I will try and channel her. I could certainly do worse.  Maybe to see her face light up again when Tony sees all those yellow ribbons on the oak tree.