The night before last I dreamed that my father was being receiving messages from some conspiracy or organization. They were written on ordinary signs, or objects would spell out directions for him. We were running down the street at night when my father saw a plaque on a building telling him to take a cab, so he ran out into a busy street, and a taxi stopped in the middle of the street and the doors opened for him. My parents and I got in and we were taken to a darkened theater, filled with people... read more
