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February 6, 2006

I had the strangest dream

that I was invited to attend the wedding of Pope Benedict/Ratzinger and Queen Elizabeth, through the well blooded niece of the girl I was dating/married to.

then it all dissolved and there was a battle on the plains, between the pillars of the hall, and I was general, and won, with the enemy dissolving
into goo and the pope (for he was the enemy) in bitter defeat.

and then sweet kisses of victory, and a weary aftermath in the evening, sun setting golden and breezes cool. a plate of grapes. some wine. a purple curtain undulating in the breeze.


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