ok... last night's dream
not sure how it started.. but was walking in a city.. but seemed like a very old city. I know there was more to it but I can't remember that part.
Then I was walking with a guy.. I think my bf or lover or... he was tall, very slim, kind of adrian brody-esque. He was agile, whimsical, wore a long black cloak, vest, hat, carried a cane, and a pocket watch in his vest ... or waist coat... His hair had bits of gray in it. This all makes him sound like he was wealthy.. he wasn't wealthy... he most likely wore this set of clothes all the time.. they were worn.. but they were him and his. It was a very romantic feel... we were going to the theater.. not sure what we were seeing but I was reassuring him what ever it was.. it couldn't be that bad (I think he got the tickets for us) it was theater after all and some form of entertainment. We were laying out in front of the theater.. where grass would be if it wasn't snowing. he was unraveling something from his cane.. which now seemed to be the holder of a black fire hose.. but I think they were socks of his or a scarf that he had wound around it. All of sudden I had to go leave.. to run some errand... something like getting something stamped, an id card.. or.. an immunization or..?? something ordained by the government. I was in a building that was full of courts, lawyers, etc. I had just run up and dropped off an envelope of information... now I'm thinking the information was?? well it was something that I didn't want to be caught for sharing. So I was running down stairs to get out and slipped through a door and ended up right in the middle of a court room. I was scared ... then I looked and I knew the name of the judge.. Macgilacutty (sp?). The man had big gray hair... he started talking to me kindly.. and asked if I knew who he was.. I said yes... I've seen you before.. at blah blah?? He said. ooh no, that was my father.. then he took of his hair/wig... and he had red hair.. kind of handsome, short... tiny. I asked if he wore the wig to make him look older. He said no, I wear it to make me look shorter (huh?). I was thinking since he was so nice, I may be able to use him as a contact later. He was keen on me I could tell and wanted me to go with him... I knew a future w/ him, I'd be well taken care of (this was way back when)...but then I realized my lover was outside in the snow.. my errand was done.. I was saved by this red headed man out of harms way and now I needed to rush back to him... I rushed out of the building and he was being taken by doctors.. but not normal, clinic doctors.. city doctors. They were saying he had an illness and had to be taken away.. and he was struggling to break free. Mind you.. I knew he was feeble in general.. but he wasn't sick. I knew they must have given him something.. I was running to go get help and ended up in a stream of ?? well like I was watching a film.. more like a documentary with a woman's voice narrating and a soundtrack... which was energetic classical music. The documentary was following the meth situation.. basically it was showing young folks.. in victorian clothes that young folks would wear... so short britches, woolen caps, scarves... riding bicycles to drop off drugs and get payment... lots of killing and stealing... snowing the whole time.. the narrator was uncovering how the powers that be created the drug and disperse it .. allow it to keep going.. the more havoc that it allowed, the more fear the general populous would be in... and they more control they would then have... then there was a part where you saw a boy on his back .. just had been killed and there was a cucumber/cactus type thing that fell on him.. about the size of a pickle.. and then it got up.. and it had a head, arms legs and started dancing... you could hear a bart simpson's like voice chanting words like... drugs, radios, boobies, ... oh. then the cucumber had breasts... then the narrator saying that the powers that be kept us in a brainwashed spin of what we should want.. that we should continually want.... and that keeps us in our perpetual cage ... then I woke up.
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