I just had the most marvelous dream where there was a man in a theater-type place, and I was spouting the most lovely BS in the universe. I talked about how this online comic strip was representative of our times. He mentioned something in comparison, evidently he knew it was a load of BS. It was a gotcha question involving the Peanuts. However, I just continued, talking about how globalization had changed things. It was so magnificent. And now, I wake up from my nap, rejuvenated. I’m ready to face the world once more. My store of BS has restocked, long ago deplenished from having to do college applications.

It was quite an odd dream. There were cut-out pictures of old presidents playing cut-out instruments set to obviously synthetic music. Then, after that, I met this guy, and he told me that he was going a better way. I think I had the vague impression that he was one of the creators of that comic strip I was mentioning.

Anyway, I’d been fumbling with my pockets for a while. I had something extra in them. Like, two wallets or something. I pulled out what was inside just as he was talking to me. It was a piece of a remote control. You know, the thing that you take out so you can put the batteries in? Well, I realized it was his right before he said, “… and evidently, you have something that belongs to me.” Indeed it was his, and I vaguely remembered some previous lending and borrowing. (Dreams are like this with deja-vu. I had also gone to that theater before and remembered it was something crappy.)

This connection established, I followed him instead of returning to my parked car. We meandered about in some sketchy areas and ended up in a Subway sandwich shop. He said there were friends here. We sat at a rather large table (I think it was a few tables put together) where there already was a sandwich at the head of a it. The guy comes over. Before I can introduce myself, he says, “Hey, Shawn, you’re a freshman, right?” He knows the new guy next to me too. The last thing I hear before I wake up is that this is a safe place against the Manipulators.

I have no idea what these Manipulators are. Just a dream-thought, I guess. However, I’m drawing connections after the fact, and I wonder if that guy in the theater was a Manipulator. If he was The Man, and I was sticking it to him. BS was my tool. Fire with fire.

In any case, instead of awakening from this nap feeling gross and disoriented, I feel ready. Hey Manipulators! I can play your game! And I can beat you!