John Burkholder

Lately I have been working three jobs. Monday through Thursday at a large insurance company, and Friday and Saturday at a University. Sunday was kept open for family and just to give my brain a rest. I love SharePoint. But with so few people in the area with enough SharePoint expertise to support the ever-expanding need, I decided to help out the University on the "weekends". But this last weekend may have done me in. I ended up rebuilding a SharePoint web application with multiple subsites from the ground up. The reason for this was due to the Metalogix tool migrated some SharePoint components into the environment from 2007 version that actually caused more problems than it resolved. After a few weeks of having open tickets, the University decided it was easier just to rebuild it from the ground....easy...for them maybe... So this last weekend was spent entirely rebuilding their site. This Friday I have a large presentation that I haven't started regarding My Sites,

I hate when these dreams hit. It seems they happen multiple times in a row until I resolve whatever issue I am facing (which has yet to be determined). This time it appears to be a personal attack against me by a group. There were multiple people in my house grabbing what they could before bolting out my busted front door. Nobody paid attention to me until one person saw me. I immediately ran towards them and attempted to fight them off. This only caused me to end up writhing in pain in a pool of my own blood. The dream stops as they head toward my bedroom. Normally, I am fairly decent at interpreting these things. But lately I have been perplexed as to why I am having the dreams and what they mean. I guess it could be my drugs are causing this, but this would be an entirely new set of side effects. Let's just hope for sleep tonight.

About once every 6-7 years I get hit with a nightmare of some sort. For the most part I have been able to keep them away. But last night was possibly one of the worst so far. No, contrary to popular belief, this was not an "out-of-toilet-paper" dream. This dream involved my Queen, and all of my kids. It also involved a direct attack that reminds me of September 11...except much worse. But this dream was just the start of it. To avoid further attacks and being caught, we had overstayed our time. Anyone who knows me is aware of how I move from place to place, job to job. This is usually because I feel I need to have that change in order to avoid capture. I know this sounds like a paranoid schizophrenic...and maybe I am. Maybe this life of being nomadic is the cause of my delusional nightmare. But my personal history of my intuition has never led me off target before. Something is coming. I am not looking forward to it. I am not quite sure what it is yet, but my spidey-sense