So I had the craziest dream last night. Once upon a time, Claudius, Claudius’s boyfriend (Bob Vila), and our friend SpiritFingers were at Town Hall to hear Mitt Romney speak. For some reason I had this engraved plaque where Romney calls Obama a Muslim and blamed him for 9/11. So I was sitting on the aisle and stopped Mr. Romney, looked into his eyes, and said “You are despicable. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Then we got kicked out of the meeting.
But it doesn’t stop there!
We go outside and return to our separate homes. A few hours later the city is barraged by bombs – huge destruction immediately.
I call my dad before the cell phones go out and we arrange to meet over the George Washington Bridge. However, the cell goes out before I can call Claudius and the other guys to arrange a meeting place, and we hadn’t developed out emergency meeting spots yet.
In a panic I convince someone to give me their car, an old, blue pickup truck, and start making my way to Bushwick. Somehow, I find two other people who need to get to Bushwick as well, so they hop into the car.
Because the streets are crumbling and filled with debris, the driving is treacherous and I somehow end up on an old elevated subway track. Quickly I realize the track will crumble in the bombings and abandon the car.
Luckily, I’m close enough to the Manhattan Bridge to realize the safest way to get to Claudius, et. al. is by boat, so I get on a NYC Water Taxi, which drops me by the Williamsburg Bridge. At that point, I find a stream and a kayak and begin slowly kayaking through Williamsburg (you know, like one does.) But then Williamsburg slowly turns into a swamp, so I’m slowly kayaking through a swamp, feeling like it’s Apocalypse Now.
And then I woke up.
What a shitty ending to such a cool dream.
Hope you’re having a good day!