Another weird dream last night. I’ll spare you the litany of details which may or may not be relevant. The essence of the situation is that I was held hostage, with about 20 other people, in some sort of building on a golf course/waterpark. You know, one of them fancy places with a nice back nine and a couple water slides. They’re everywhere.
Anyways, I’m part of this group of hostages, but I keep talking to the hostage taker – he’s about my age and he’s pretty cool. Perhaps I was talking to my doppleganger. So he makes up a list of demands and hands it to me to read aloud. All he wants is $200,000. I take the list over to the police negotiators (no, I don’t know why they were in the building with us – it was a very relaxed hostage situation). I tell them he wants $200,000, and then quickly follow it up with, “That seems totally reasonable to me.”