I finish my last class. Then I participate in some athletic class in a large gym. I’m tired, so I take a nap between classes. The blankets are so warm.<\/p>\n
“Good,” I think, “this way I\u00a0accelerate\u00a0my recovery.”<\/p>\n
I hear some mechanical crankings going on around me. A classroom has been fashioned around me. It’s actually a very nice room. Well dressed adults file in; Soon, the room is full.<\/p>\n
I sit up. They talk in earnest. Most of these people are European. I’m in a meeting of professors or intellectuals. There are some blonds here that are dressed in hot white dresses, my eyes can’t resist being seduced by them. I notice that I’m just wearing a white long sleeve shirt and nothing below; that doesn’t bother me so much because my lower half is hidden and I’m fascinated by the gathering.<\/p>\n
“I’m not supposed to be here. So you mind if I stay and participate?” I ask.<\/p>\n
A German assures me that it’s fine.<\/p>\n
I take advantage of the situation and enjoy putting my own questions to the room, asserting my own thoughts.<\/p>\n
The subject turns more and more to Europe. It dawns on me that I’m sitting with Nazis who are\u00a0emphatically\u00a0discussing the crisis of their military demise.<\/p>\n
Light begins to shine from the blinds. We are under attack. The room mechanically separates to reveal the entire gym is stocked with spectators. The room disperses; pairs of attendees scurry along blocked paths.<\/p>\n
This is no posh party. It’s a play of When Mars Attacks<\/em>. I pull my shirt down and head out of the gym.<\/p>\n The gym turns into an outdoor stadium. The weather is nice. I’m stopped by one of the actors who is actually a reporter.<\/p>\n “You added a sense of realism to the play.” he says. “It became more authentic the way the actors had to play along with you while you were genuinely living.”<\/p>\n There is a manakin bust with a blouse and panties. He reaches for it and hands me a tissue.<\/p>\n I say “I thought you were going to hand me the panties because heaven knows I need them.”<\/p>\n I jog out of the stadium and pull up my shirt as I’m about to jog out of view, revealing my bare ass.\u00a0The reporter cracks up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I finish my last class. Then I participate in some athletic class in a large gym. I’m tired, so I take a nap between classes. The blankets are so warm. “Good,” I think, “this way I\u00a0accelerate\u00a0my recovery.” I hear some mechanical crankings going on around me. A classroom has been fashioned around me. It’s actually […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1374","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1374"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1374"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1374"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}