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Had a dream early this morning. Another crazy one. I just knew after watching iRobot last night that I might have a dream like this one.

I’m in NY city working in an office building about 20 or 30 stories up. The building is an old one with an old looking concrete facade complete with all the intricate detailing and molding typical of NY buildings built in early 1900’s. I’m there working when a coup starts to break out in the city below us. A group of underground militia men who had been planning this day for months start to take over the city and I’m consequently trapped inside the building. Nobody is allowed to go home or leave the building. There are a good 200 people there on my floor with me, my daughter is there, I’m fairly sure Dennis was there too. I don’t recognize any of the other people there.

We are now living in this building and at this new government’s mercy. We go where they want us to go, leaving the building only when they allow us to leave and having to go back to the same building. We start to attend a miriad of events outside of the building. The entire floor going at the same time when they take us. When we’re in the building, everybody on my floor gravitates towards the windows into the same room. We look outside wondering what else is going on and watching the chaos. We stand there and wonder what’s to become of us talking in low voices.

A natural leader had already surfaced in the crowd somewhere. Someone whom everybody else looks to for direction and hope. I naturally stay in the shadows where I like it. I worry about us and my daughter but i’m happy that for the moment we are alive and safe. As time passes I find that I’m feeling different about things. Somehow I begin to say things that people around me find inspiring and they begin to look to me for more of it. It’s coming naturally and I’m not worried about how I will continue this new thing.. I just am.

Suddenly there is a woman among the office building crowd who reminds me of the Oracle from the Matrix, except this woman is white. She’s shorter than me, is fat, and wears a multicolored turban. She talks about her scriptures and how they predict that a person will come to deliver them from this bondage. Because of the things I have said and my thoughts, she believes this person is me but I haven’t fulfilled exactly what the scriptures have predicted. Unfortunately for me, she proceeds to tell me what they are. She says, “our savior will write stories and speeches that will be spread among those in bondage across the city and sign them as ‘Julie’ “. I thought to myself … if this is true and I’m this person, then it will happen in due time… but now i felt all this imense pressure on me deliver and I began to doubt that I could. Where would I come up with the name “Julie”? it must be a pen name, but how would I have thought to use that particular name?? I was already feeling inspired and thoughts racing thru my mind which I wanted to put on paper. My writing would propell everyone everywhere to fight against this new government and get our freedom back.

I proceeded to write my first piece and with everyone watching in anticipation, I signed it “Julie”. I felt like it couldn’t possibly have happened this way. Why did this woman have to tell me about the scriptures?

Next thing I know we are all scheduled to meet with the first lady. I think it was supposed to be bush’s wife. We were told that the building we had been staying in would be demolished once we left it. And I knew there was something I am to have done at this event with the first lady that would inpire awe among us and fear in them. A turning point. Like the turning point of a movie. But what? too much pressure! I was supposed to have had something on me that would identify me as “the one” but I didnt’ know what. This oracle woman was trying to guide me and wouldn’t stop telling me about what is “supposed” to happen next and I wished she would just shut up!! “There is the pendant you should have on you”. She’s pointing at this aluminum red pendant thing on a shelf in the office that looks like it came from a gum ball machine. It looked like the shamncy wrapper off of a wine bottle. “It can’t be that, it’s too cheep” ,I said. But she kept insisting.. “take it and put it on!”. But I was sick of the pressure and didn’t take it.

We left the building and were taken to the location of the event with the first lady. We were lined up outdoors in solder fashion. a few straight rows of us standing stiff and looking straight ahead. The first lady was coming down the line from the left and looking at us one by one in the face.. slapping random people she felt were scum. My mind was racing .. “How was I supposed to not get slapped? I should have taken the pendant! it’s too late now, i can’t go back for it and the building is being demolished already”

..so she makes it to me, looks at me with a look of disgust like I’m the pure scum of the earth and then she slapped me…

that’s the end of the dream. pretty tragic end, eh? sheesh. Now that I think of it, I know how iRobot inpired this. Anybody who’s see iRobot knows what I mean. WHO the hell was really under that bridge anyway? will smith? was it sunny? what the hell is will or sonny supposed to do about the rest of the robots. I dunno. I was a tad confused about the ending of that movie, to tell the truth.