dream no. 20210112

© 1/12/2021 by Mica D’Orleans

it is night. very dark. a dim glow bespeckled with digital noise eerily emanates from the football field. the camera slowly focusing on a grainy close-up of pence holding his forefinger and thumb so close together only a slight gap barely able to slip a quarter through is seen. as he approaches his fingers to his lips you feel the anticipation rise. the mic picks up his breath as he inhales deeply. looking smug he smiles, extends his pinched fingers at arms length and shouts, "the stoke is lit!"

an explosion of cheers picked up by the mic, conducting an array of magnetic static contortion of noise beyond the sound barrier, the camera quickly pulls back, exposing a sardined field of maskless patriots hooting their lungs out, as it continues its sweep through the crowd, with few close-ups, exposing viking man and other red white and blue painted faces before going black.

i awake. look around. it is almost 11:30 in the morning. unsure, i shake my head, all along doubtful of my surrounding, thinking, "uh, another dream... right?"