publishing dangerous fictions

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

dream
i'm attending the very private function hosted by the american presidential candidates of unknown parties, possibly republican and democrat but it's very low key and only a select few are there so i have no idea how i am in attendance. the location is two homes in a quite suburban street that face one another, there's a few cars outside and lots of security but it would appear to the civilian as nothing more than a lavish dinner party. there i am walking from one house to the other with a group of people, one of whom is the vice president of one of the parties, we are approached by a dude in a black suit.
the vice president says, 'that's mr ? he's an arms dealer, he don't care who gets voted in, it makes no difference to him.'
he walks up to us and says in a loud brash voice, 'ha you gotta watch this, my new weapon i'm testing, well mr. smith is, he's just parking the car. listen.'
suddenly we hear an explosion and see a plume of rising smoke. a moments silence and then mr ? starts to laugh.

we all move into the lounge area of the house, i'm approached by several people wanting my attention. i wake up.

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