Last night I dreamt I was Salvador Allende.
I don’t know much about Savador Allende, and there wasn’t much in the dream that made my experience particularly like his - I was just aware, in that weird dreamy way, that I was Salvador Allende.
I was on top of a big house, maybe a palace. I was on some kind of battlement, and I had what we used to call a “bb gun”. That is to say, like a rifle, but one that just shoots small metal pellets. I was standing on this sort of battlement, and trying to establish how far the gun could shoot, so I could know if I was ready to defend myself. I was also, to some extent, shooting at things for fun, to listen to the little “clink” sound made when the pellets struck metal.
Then I left the big house and walked down into the forest below, where I had some unspecified task to attend to. This task resolved, I walked back up to the house, trying to hide the gun as I went. As I got to the house I ran into Isabel (though she was a woman, not a young girl), and I unsuccessfully tried to hide the gun from her. But she didn’t seem to care anyway.
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