Fragments, Jan05

Date: 1/5/2021

Permutations of three black or white dots in a triangle, representing genetics. I woke up with terrible cramps. A rally that shuts down an intersection with dancing. I’m called over, and people recognize me. Trying to put together a broken stapler. The bottom part won’t align. Attending an MMA fight on a gym, where the fighter is using the event to promote leftist causes. A fan in the audience yells “Wooo! Sex work is work!” At a reunion. I have far too many aunts. I’m asked to explain something, maybe an earlier dream. In the woods, at a picnic. The landscape is beautiful, trees turning into a rocky shore of a lake. I show satellite photos to a friend, and we spot what seems to be a giant sculpture of a man laying down, half embedded in a gravel riverbed. Behind us, an old fashioned blanket and supplies. They’re filming a movie. We can stay, as long as we keep our heads down. He movie is projected in front of us. People marching to war. It’s assembled from dozens of short movie clips, showing that nothing changes through the ages. I cry, because this movie is exactly the same as a dream I had (??).