8-24-07

I'm part of a committee or panel of legislators that are gathered to accept funding bills for things such as "road expansion and repairs." There is nothing written specifying exactly what and where the money will be used. The bills are written on plastic trays with indentations in them with the appropriations written in ink above the indentations. If we approve funding, we take an ink pen and color in the indentation.

I get handed a tray in which there is ink that is almost jelly like on it and it's getting onto my hands. I tell the panel that I will not fund anything that is not specific enough. One man tells me, "Oh, just go ahead and fill in the holes." I don't fill in the hole for the road expansion, but I fill in a couple of others, but for what I can't remember.

Our setting is a house in a wooded area and there is a female child here that has lost her kitten and baby ducks. I finish "signing" the bills and then go outdoors and look in the bushes for the kitten and ducks.

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