It was one of those dreams where your dream self is well aware that the stuff going on can't possibly be happening, but this awareness doesn't disrupt the flow of events in the least...anyhow, I was at a spa or corporate retreat center with the rest of my department from the Evil Banking Neighbor, and we were all in the swimming pool. Pool was chest-deep, deep enough to float or stand up in. We had all been handed the latest issue of the EBN's internal magazine, which featured a story on stress reduction seminars led by a Japanese photographer and his model, and the accompanying photo essay was nothing you would ever find in the corporate mag - nude photos of the photographer and his model that were erotic and strangely hieratic at the same time. So here we are, chest deep in this pool, and the seminar leader comes out and starts talking to us. His model comes over and proceeds to give me a massage, and I'm thinking, "This can't be happening. I'm floating in the water and she's exerting pressure on my muscles, so I should be sinking. But I'm not." The massage relaxed me to the point where I fell asleep. Weird.
Back in the real world, the Anime Detour meeting went fairly quickly. We've agreed to send out the progress report this coming week, and push back the pre-registration deadline to February 18. We have progress on all fronts, and the volunteer meeting is today at 1600, so things are rolling. I feel very good about the way things are going, so we're probably headed for a disaster of Biblical proportions, kayn eyn horeh!