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zdashamberLast night I had a dream in which I was me from an alternate universe. John Kerry and John Edwards had been progressing through my neighborhood. The razor scooter John Edwards was riding had been stolen, and then found several days later on my lawn, and there had been statements from the Johns suggesting that it had been found at the house of the thief. I went to a town hall meeting so I could get up on stage and say that I hadn't stolen the scooter and that I fully supported their campaign.
To get on stage, I had to be thoroughly patted down, and while this was happening a drunk wobbled up to leer and make suggestive comments. "Waste," I thought in reference to him/his life, which lead to "Pollution," but then it was my turn to go say my bit, so I climbed on the I-beam and Kerry swung it (a bit too aggressively fast, I thought, I had to clench it tightly with my legs to keep from toppling off) out through the hole in the backdrop into the dazzling lights on stage. For a few seconds I was composing my speech in my mind (it all happened very quickly), about how I was the person who lived in 4504, and the scooter had just appeared on my lawn a few days before, and (even despite the misunderstanding) not only did I hope that Kerry and Edwards would run my country, but I'd also be happy to have them crash on my couch--
--when I woke up, with the feeling that I'd screwed up, game over. It was 2:30. I traced back. I realized, Aw, Hell. I'd left Kerry back there with Pollution disguised as a man. And it would corrupt him.
Then I think I went back to sleep; I was still close enough to the dream that I could re-do it. I don't remember.
To get on stage, I had to be thoroughly patted down, and while this was happening a drunk wobbled up to leer and make suggestive comments. "Waste," I thought in reference to him/his life, which lead to "Pollution," but then it was my turn to go say my bit, so I climbed on the I-beam and Kerry swung it (a bit too aggressively fast, I thought, I had to clench it tightly with my legs to keep from toppling off) out through the hole in the backdrop into the dazzling lights on stage. For a few seconds I was composing my speech in my mind (it all happened very quickly), about how I was the person who lived in 4504, and the scooter had just appeared on my lawn a few days before, and (even despite the misunderstanding) not only did I hope that Kerry and Edwards would run my country, but I'd also be happy to have them crash on my couch--
--when I woke up, with the feeling that I'd screwed up, game over. It was 2:30. I traced back. I realized, Aw, Hell. I'd left Kerry back there with Pollution disguised as a man. And it would corrupt him.
Then I think I went back to sleep; I was still close enough to the dream that I could re-do it. I don't remember.