Devotional exercise in the woods

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I dreamed I was jogging through one of these parks as laid out by Fredrick Law Olmsted, an almost unnaturally natural area of perfect spaced trees. In a clearing was a glass box, and inside a soldier's uniform, maybe from WWI or II. Standing a few feet in front of it was a person with a large blonde mullet clad head to toe in New York Rangers apparel. They were doing jumping jacks in front of the box, as if it were an idol and they were worshipping it with bodyweight exercises. I jogged in place, watching the ritual, and the continued on my way.

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I dreamed the former president had arrived in a cul de sac a few neighborhoods away from ours in town. He was going door to door, stumping for votes for his next run. His skin was exceedingly orange, but his cheeks were puffed and distended, and he hobbled as he walked up the driveways, knocking on doors. A friend of mine who now lives in Delaware was also there, but it was just a coincidence, and when I waved him over to shake hands with the former president, he ducked his head and turned away.

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I dreamed I was meeting a former coworker from a job I had in the late '90s at a diner right by the Passaic River. It was night, and I waited for her on the bridge, the moon shining brightly in the water. But she never arrived.