A lion

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed we were somewhere up in the Jersey City Heights, in an old mansion that had been converted into a weird auditorium. There was a family living in there now, a strange, charismatic Evangelical Proestant-style cult of sorts with some dozens of adherents. The father figure had been a Reagan-like figure and had passed on, and now the group was honoring the ascent into his place his son, a square-jawed fellow with a mane who looked something like a lion. Along the walls they had photos in the life of the new group leader, evolving from his clearly misspent youth (he had died his hair purple at one point) to the current iteration. The wife and I had no idea what was going on or why we were there.

The lion-man got up on stage and began to preach, strident and militant. We ran, and found ourselves thankfully back in the streets.

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[boccaderlupo]

Even a broken clock...