Night of the Living Dead

I’m in the middle of my own personal nightmare (my COVID patch). Last night’s dream, therefore, doesn’t need to make sense, to make sense. It was a mashup of several things and, even now, I’m not sure if I captured all of them to share here. (And this is coming after two full sleepless nights.)

To begin with, there was a long sequence of memories relating to the date November 5th, culminating in a Barach Obama childhood dream about going to the White House. (I never knew that his mother thought he might one day be president, but it’s telling that he believed that to be true as a child.)

At the same time, the James Bond movie song “The Man with a Golden Gun” was playing over top of the images.

I’m not surprised that a Bond film would be referenced in my dream, but why that one? Does this imply some form of assassination? Imran Khan, former cricketer and (former) Pakistan PM was shot yesterday but only in the leg. Was this an echo in my subconscious? Obama has been on the campaign trail with many of the Democratic candidates for the midterm elections, so that makes him an obvious target for such a thing to happen, and yet it didn’t strike me as applicable, in his case. Maybe the implication was the comment about how “hot” he was, from one person in the audience, is the true meaning.

At any rate, should something happen over the weekend, you read it here first.