Friday, May 18, 2012

You probably think this post is about “Dream big” or “Follow your dreams”. It’s not. It’s about a ridiculous dream I had last night. If there are any Josephs or Daniels reading this, please help me here. I dreamed that I was at the inauguration of the Russian President. It happened to be Gorbachev. Not sure if I was invited, but it didn’t seem to matter. Security was lax and it was a very casual affair – a hundred or so folding chairs on a lawn. Gorbachev was speaking, but nobody was paying attention and he didn’t seem to mind. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which didn’t seem to bother anyone except this harsh Japanese guard who took me to a room to be interrogated. When I got to the room, there were 7 young Russians, say, in their 20’s. They weren’t friendly, but they weren’t rude. They flipped on a movie and the 8 of us watched it and I woke up.

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