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boccaderlupoI dreamed in the middle of our neighboring town there was an amphitheater dug into the ground. It resembled nothing so much as an upside-down ziggurat, with deep steps cut into the rock leading down, a six-foot drop or so at a time. It felt almost like an ancient ruin that had been partly excavated and then abandoned.
Every week they would have these religious revival-type gatherings there, despite the pandemic. A woman named Hollerin' Nancy would lead the folks in song, clapping and bellowing. It was a diverse crowd, folks of all different races, ages, everything. Many of the faithful wore large, billowing capes.
I remember that Nancy's message was more New Thought, motivation, and uplift than anything else--she may not have spoken of God in any sense. But there was a decidedly apocalyptic aspects; things were gonna end, and soon, and folks needed to be ready to leave the planet. To that end, Nancy said, the group was creating its own spaceship that was designed to look like a flying saucer. Nancy's plan was to put some developmentally disabled kids in the ship and blast them into space. Her reasoning, I guess, was that they were disposable. It was horrible.
I was sickened. Somebody ought to do something, I thought.
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I dreamed things were opened up after the pandemic. We were on the Lower East Side, low buildings constructed of bright brick. It was early morning in The City, when there's the buzz of still sleeping about. A guy I trained martial arts with, The Mountain, was standing on the sidewalk with me, and we watched three bars across the way throw open their doors. I wanted to get a beer, but noticed that as soon as things were open there was already a line out the door, with folks sprawled outside waiting to get in.
The Mountain muscled his way through a round, heavy wooden door and we were inside. I remembered reaching up to a tall bar and ordering a Guinness, but they poured it out of a giant can that had been refrigerated. Disappointing.
Every week they would have these religious revival-type gatherings there, despite the pandemic. A woman named Hollerin' Nancy would lead the folks in song, clapping and bellowing. It was a diverse crowd, folks of all different races, ages, everything. Many of the faithful wore large, billowing capes.
I remember that Nancy's message was more New Thought, motivation, and uplift than anything else--she may not have spoken of God in any sense. But there was a decidedly apocalyptic aspects; things were gonna end, and soon, and folks needed to be ready to leave the planet. To that end, Nancy said, the group was creating its own spaceship that was designed to look like a flying saucer. Nancy's plan was to put some developmentally disabled kids in the ship and blast them into space. Her reasoning, I guess, was that they were disposable. It was horrible.
I was sickened. Somebody ought to do something, I thought.
**
I dreamed things were opened up after the pandemic. We were on the Lower East Side, low buildings constructed of bright brick. It was early morning in The City, when there's the buzz of still sleeping about. A guy I trained martial arts with, The Mountain, was standing on the sidewalk with me, and we watched three bars across the way throw open their doors. I wanted to get a beer, but noticed that as soon as things were open there was already a line out the door, with folks sprawled outside waiting to get in.
The Mountain muscled his way through a round, heavy wooden door and we were inside. I remembered reaching up to a tall bar and ordering a Guinness, but they poured it out of a giant can that had been refrigerated. Disappointing.
