Jack Left Town

http://www.mathsisfun.com/combinatorics/combinations-permutations-calculator.htmlLast night I set my alarm for 8:30pm instead of 8:30am.  For this reason, perhaps, I remembered one of my dreams.

I was in the western part of the east coast, walking through a sort of park thing along a road in a development I didn't live in.  Suddenly all these guys and girls showed up.  The girls were wearing like low cut black stuff and bunny ears and the guys were wearing tuxes, and they were all coming from some kind of vegas-style risque show.  They were having an afterparty bbq thing after a show, even though it was like the middle of the afternoon.  Anyway, I smiled at the girls and ignored the guys--I was on my way to leave.  I had a cessna parked on the other side of the development.

As I made my way out of the group, following a path down a short stairway, some guy hits me in the back with a plastic baseball bat.  Like he wound up for it and everything.  It was the kind of bat kids play whiffle ball with.  He was, I guess, doing that to everyone, to be funny.  I glared at him, then walked across the parking lot looking for something bat-like to return the favor.

I found a pile of rusty, corrugated iron pipe things next to a house, and grabbed a long, thin piece of metal that was roughly the same scale as a baseball bat, and started walking back towards Mr. Funnypants.  Everyone in their little playboy bunny group was suddenly unhappy and started shouting at me.  I crossed most of the parking lot before electing not to return the friendly hit and retreated to return the rusty pipe where I found it.  Except that when I lightly tossed the pipe back onto the pile, I missed, and the pipe slammed into the house with more force than I had thrown it (because my stupid subconscious mind is a jackass) becoming embedded in one of the 4x4s holding the porch up.  There was a guy and a girl hanging out on the porch.  I apologized to the guy, but he called the police.  The girl on the porch started yelling at him that I didn't mean any harm.  I quickly made my exit through the rest of the development and went back to my plane, knowing that if I managed to take off before the cops got there, there would be no way for them to tie me to the incident (my plane did not have foot-high tail numbers).

But, by this point, I had started to wake up, enough to try to restart the dream (dreams that I have while waking often repeat themselves with modifications--its like watching Evil Dead 1 and 2) and insert a part where one of the bunny girls runs up while I'm holding the pipe and writes her number on my free hand with a sharpie.  However, when I added that detail, a cop car shows up while I'm still preflighting (checking the flaps and the ailerons, actually) and then I woke up completely and wondered why it was 9:40.

Back when I read slashdot I remember an article saying one possible explanation for dreams is that your subconscious is trying out different scenarios to test how you would react.  If thats the case, I recommend not attacking me with plastic sports equipment.

[Edit]
AWS Tools Docs

Combinatorial Calculator

10 pounds of Legos = 3000 pieces:  http://www.wired.com/geekdad/2009/06/finding-lego-bricks-in-bulk/

Some lego stores: http://www.bricklink.com/browseStores.asp?countryID=US&groupState=Y