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the results of an afternoon nap, brought to you by unemployment
In Dream #1, I was at the yeshivah, where the rosh yeshivah had been transformed into some sort of redheaded imp/CEO. When I went outside to the garden, I saw "Jimmy" there, someone not at all from real life, and got to talking with him. I found out his last name was Gallagher, and asked him where he was from. He told me Northern Ireland. "Really? Where from in Northern Ireland?" I asked. He told me County Down. "I'm also from County Down!" I exclaimed and we began crying and hugging each other. Note: this dream illustrates the exact opposite of how Northern Irish people actually behave.
In Dream #2, I was in my hometown putting the finishing touches on a public statue which had been commissioned by the municipality. It was made of extremely smooth and heavy cement, and was a seated figure with the body of a lion, the head of a woman, and the wings of a dove. It was painted in parts blue and white using that amazing paint I always wish I could use, the paint cities really use to put down margins in roads and paint poles, that comes out amazingly thick, smooth, and durable.
In Dream #2, I was in my hometown putting the finishing touches on a public statue which had been commissioned by the municipality. It was made of extremely smooth and heavy cement, and was a seated figure with the body of a lion, the head of a woman, and the wings of a dove. It was painted in parts blue and white using that amazing paint I always wish I could use, the paint cities really use to put down margins in roads and paint poles, that comes out amazingly thick, smooth, and durable.