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Jolted

Last night (October 11th) I had a very interesting dream. I was in a place like an iphone store with dozens of young people sitting around long tables and talking. The atmosphere had a young, college-age feel to it (even though I never went to college, I have visited them), and everyone was dressed nicely and behaving themselves.

At the far end was a Starbucks type coffee shop, where I went I make myself some coffee (I'm not sure but I guess I worked there.) While doing so I came up with an ingenious way to make coffee into delicious edible cubes which had the consistency of cold butter. I began mixing up my coffee to see if I could create them, and ended up with a cup of the cubed coffee. I decided a fine brand name for them would be "Jolts."

I took my coffee with me as I went to talk to two of the young people, a boy and girl in their twenties, and we discussed the differences in the intelligence of our generations. I pointed out how much more clever and tech-savvy the young people are, but they thought my generation was much more capable and better at solving problems.

As I walked back to the coffee shop a young man hailed me, and asked if he could talk to me for a few minutes. He also said a professor I know told him to say hello to me. We ended up talking about my Jolts product and how my method of creating it could be shared with the world.

It was a very pleasant dream, sort of the utopian world where everyone is kind to and interested in each other (versus hating and screaming at each other.) I'd like to go and live at that coffee shop. :)

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