i dreamed of a man in a brown courduroy jacket. i followed him for miles on a moving walkway until i realized i had taken the walkway in the wrong direction. i found him at the end of the walkway and took him back with me. he was much older, but flattered that i wanted him to join me. he had a terrible haircut. on the way back, we ran into some gypsies who wanted to kidnap us and force us to join the circus.
and now that i am awake it is painfully clear that i am going to be visited by my communist cousin asap.