I had a lucid dream. With my blood sugar level crashing and drenched in sweat, I awoke. I really believed the dream was a memory. Maybe it was .. Once upon a time, I cared about politics and tried to be an activist. In the dream, the mayor who resembled the current mayor, DeBlAhh, was doing an orchestrated press conference and answering questions in his irritating white guy Spanish (like DeBlah). Hilary Clinton and Meryl Streep were the stage plants asking the rehearsed questions in crappy white lady spanish. I tried so hard to be heard. In my dream, I was 23 again and my spanish was fluent and I wanted the mayor to listen. I was ignored. The mayors last statement was his promise to build an emergency tunnel from city hall to NJ in case of another attack on the WTC (remember 1993?) I cried foul. I was forced out of the building. Of course, no emergency plan was ever put in place for the towers. We, all, saw them fall from the sky in 2001. I was once a fighter. I once believed that my voice might have an impact, so I have decided to stop being a victim. Its lame.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 14:39:04 +0000
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