12-27-07

I'm in a crowded room where there is a podium in the center with microphones. A man is giving a press conference when suddenly another man jumps up to the microphone and announces his candidacy for the presidency. There are a couple of things odd about him; first, his hair is combed like an Afro, like THIS.

Second, he is a young Eric Bogosian. I think I must be trapped in the seventies.

I exit the room and outside I find a man who I assume is a professor of ? culture? I don't know, but I think he can explain what's going on. I tell him that the man at the podium is--in the dream I couldn't think of his name, so I say---Leo Buscaglia. The man looks at me like I'm crazy.

Then I'm in a room looking through a stack of 45's.
A few of them were Frank Zappa and the labels were colorfully designed, showing no vinyl and one looked like the center hole had to be manually dug out. I assume I can keep them although I don't know why or who had given them to me.

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