Dream

Posted on March 16, 2011 in Dreams

After observing someone take their cumulatives while kneeling between their professors, I watch a television show where the leader of a right wing extremist group who looks like [[Woody Harrelson]] shows off his store of explosives and announces to the world that his organization is going to track me down and blow me up. I go to visit my father who has grown a lush beard. I tell him what I saw on the television. “What are we going to do? How are we going to hide you?” he asks. “What about your telephone listing,” I ask him. “Remove it from the directory so they can’t find us.”