Significant dream this morning. This summer I’ve been constantly short on sleep, so dreams were missing. As usual after a gap the dream was discharging complex details of architecture and people.
I was assigned by my usual Alpha+ superiors to go into a downtown store and buy Kildare Shoe Polish. The Alpha+ people were helping RFK to investigate some poison which was allegedly being spread by the shoe polish. I went into the store, found the polish, then decided not to buy it. I reported to the Alpha+ that I hadn’t found it. They knew I was lying and weren’t happy. Then we drove into a slum part of town where we talked with some normal working-class people. Each of the normal people had a horrible story about what RFK had done to them.
The dream is about Desistance. I decided not to help fake activists, and stuck with the decision when the activists were unhappy.
Fortunately the big heat is FINALLY done after two hellish months. Now I can gradually recover sleep and diet and normalcy.
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Irrelevant footnote: Where the hell did shoe polish come from? I haven’t used it since elementary school when I was required to dress like a little businessman, typical in the 50s. Haven’t even thought about shoe polish since then. Kildare may be a dream misreading of Kiwi, a common brand. Come to think of it, the name was Kildare and Kildeer at the same time in a dreamy way. Was the dream scripter making a pun on RFK’s Great White Hunter exploits?
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