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boccaderlupo) wrote2022-11-26 09:43 pm
boccaderlupo) wrote2022-11-26 09:43 pm
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'With great crowds come great responsibility'
I dreamed I was watching some sort of true crime program. It transpired in Tulsa. One of the characters was a fellow whom I worked with once upon a time, and another was someone I didn't know: a hulking bear of a man with an elongated face like a snout, a close cropped beard, wearing a black T-shirt and black baseball cap. The two were on the lam in the latter's black Ford F-150 (it had Texas plates), and they had picked up a young, sallow woman named either Jenny or Jenna Ellsworth; she was slight with curly, long hair and wide, sagging eyes. She was on the run from something and the cops were now looking for all three of them. They sat together in a roadside diner upon a midnight talking about their plans as rain beat against the window. The woman handed the large man a license plate frame that said: "With great crowds come great responsibility." I didn't know what it all meant, but it seemed ominous.
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I dreamed I was watching some sort of weird comedy-drama, in which an actor was portraying the disgraced former governor of New York. He sat in a garden and was on the phone with a political operative, discussing his next moves.
We were then transported inside one of these wide, Neoclassical federal-type buildings, waiting on a press conference from the current governor of Florida. The press of people was unbelievable; I could literally feel the crowd pushing against me in the dream, swaying. The crowd parted somewhat and the governor pounced upon the stage. He was dressed down in a denim shirt and slacks. He had dyed his hair a slightly burnt orange color and was wearing thick, black-rimmed glasses. He stumbled a bit when he spoke into the mic. The crowd barraged him with questions. He declared that "there would be no more root canal pain on his watch." Just then he was joined on stage by some members of the cast of the TV show "Good Times," and all began to sing, a choreographed number, but I lost the sense of the song, and then woke up.
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I dreamed I was watching some sort of weird comedy-drama, in which an actor was portraying the disgraced former governor of New York. He sat in a garden and was on the phone with a political operative, discussing his next moves.
We were then transported inside one of these wide, Neoclassical federal-type buildings, waiting on a press conference from the current governor of Florida. The press of people was unbelievable; I could literally feel the crowd pushing against me in the dream, swaying. The crowd parted somewhat and the governor pounced upon the stage. He was dressed down in a denim shirt and slacks. He had dyed his hair a slightly burnt orange color and was wearing thick, black-rimmed glasses. He stumbled a bit when he spoke into the mic. The crowd barraged him with questions. He declared that "there would be no more root canal pain on his watch." Just then he was joined on stage by some members of the cast of the TV show "Good Times," and all began to sing, a choreographed number, but I lost the sense of the song, and then woke up.