i remember hearing an audio announcement that Golda Meir won an award as a character and unreliable narrator for a Nelson DeMille novel .I dreamed I was in a Mall. those rides that would go in circles, like low rent carousels, with plastic and fiberglass animals, those could move freely across the floor. there were mercenary assassins like in comic books: one drove an ice cream truck, the other was doing it for his little sister. I has to talk to one of them by climbing a tree. there was a fantasy city in the middle of the real world where I had to stand on the wall of the city and step backward off the wall in order to return to the real world of the mall.
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earlier dream: in an episode of SVU. I know it's an episode, I'm breaking the fourth wall. A little girl has killed her father buy blowing up their apartment with butane lighters. the one person besides me who knows the truth is terrified of her. he talks to me while shes in the lobby getting a delivery of potatoe chips. I'm in a red office in an elevator and I'm talking to detective Olivia from svu.
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