Another Dream: For context, we have a house full of relatives, and Pamela let me sleep in this morning. This dream was a late morning, need to wake up dream:
A newly revitalized Roman Empire has conquered the United States, and the US is currently being overseen by a Centurion. As a part of being conquered, I've got a job to go around outstate Minnesota to "spread the word". I'm in a middle school building in St Cloud, and I have my "celebrate victory" stuff to put up: I'm in the main auditorium, and need to string up the "HAIL CENTURION" banner across the proscenium.
Of course, people aren't terribly happy about having been conquered, but aren't so much actively resisting as just NOT being helpful. So I'm all alone in the auditorium, and I can see annoyed staff peeking through the windows, shaking their heads.
I'm wildly unprepared for this task - I don't have a ladder (they didn't give me one), nor do I have a hammer or nails, so I'm trying to work out how to string this banner. I have scaled the ornate woodwork up about 10 feet, and have one end of the banner stuffed into my pocket. I'm checking to see if there's any way to wedge one end of the banner into a crack in the woodwork, and an realizing that the banner is actually just crappy crepe paper printed with "HAIL CENTURION" over and over - much like you might have a cheap party store "Happy Birthday" banner... Man, Centurions sure is cheap.
At this point in the dream, I realize I'm having a dream, so I need to wake up. So I wake up, grab my bathrobe, and come downstairs. Walking into the dining room, the whole family (with house guests) is sitting having breakfast and they turn to face me in unison:
They're all wearing handmade silk bunny rabbit outfits, with drawn on whiskers.
At this point, I realize I am still dreaming.... and then I REALLY woke up. I think.
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