TORRES KILLS THE STOAT

I am at a conference in a poorly made YHA with Fernando Torres and a famous author who nobody recognises, including me. We walk into the gents for a pee. Torres spots a stoat in the urinal. This stoat has grand status in the dream, he/she/it is the leader of the land we are in, like King Julian the lemur in Madagascar.

Torres stamps on the stoat, killing him/her/it. He then kicks the urine sodden body down the drain and we leave the gents and walk down the stairs only for the handrail to collapse. As we re-enter the conference I am told to read several passages of unpublished words by an author and told to name that author or there will be serious consequences. Torres and the earlier author with a name I can’t recall stare at me as though I am about to detonate a bomb.

Here, the dream ended.

What I’d like to know is what were those serious consequences and did they happen to me?

March 27, 2010
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