I dreamed I was on a bus going through the city. We passed
by my aunts and uncles eating at some sort of outdoor restaurant at 14th
Street and some other intersection.
I had lost some sort of bag with something important in it
and was upset about this. One of the passengers says he’ll give me $5 to tell
me where it is. The guy tells me I have to take the bus to 16th Street
and I can get the bag there.
The guy thinks this is funny because he thought I assumed I’d
be getting the bag back immediately. However, I thought it was funny because
not only did the guy tell me where to get my bag but he gave me $5 for my
trouble. That would more than cover any bus fare or whatever for my
inconvenience. Sucker!
Later I dreamed of Mount Rushmore but some of the faces were
different. Charles Darwin was on it. He was wearing a monocle and sticking his
tongue out at a president wearing a monocle (I’m assuming Franklin Roosevelt).
That seems random but it must have seeped into my
unconscious when I heard people had been writing in Charles Darwin for
president. You know, Darwin is one of those names you don’t really hear about.
Not too many people today seem to be named Darwin. It’s the same with names
like Churchill or Tesla. Where are these people? Did the gene pool die off?
Really makes you think.
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