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I'm congregating with classmates, acquaintances and friends to watch a film. I walk out the door and people are in the hallway and I'm walking down a staircase but then I'm walking back up because people are saying that the film is actually playing in one of these rooms and I'm a little confused and disappointed but it's not a huge deal so I roll with it. My old classmates Amy and Emily are next to the door and they ask me, incredulously, if I'm on amphetamines and downers, which they know I am.
The movie we are about to watch has been hyped up quite a bit, like Where the Wild Things Are. It's a strange setting though because it's being screened in a guy's living room. The guy I recognize as the old manager to the University theater in Berkeley. Everyone takes their place: I sprawl out on a nice piece of couch and then converse with a girl, negotiating taking over the whole couch, which I end up doing.
The movie is disappointing, mainly because there are a lot of technical difficulties and people end up not really paying attention to it. So it's on to the next order of business. Something about brunch with Assumpta and Anya, perhaps. Anya is there and I walk outside and downstairs and so does she. I'm outside and I see some guys playing wall ball or something, and they seem a little sketch but not really dangerous and they ask me to throw them their ball, which I do. Then a whole cadre of people come storming down the alley and they seem really determined or something, like a mob or a marching political group maybe, which they turn out to be.
Suddenly the streets are completely flooded with people protesting something. In order to really make their voices heard, they need to climb the tallest trees and buildings, apparently which I do as well. I climb a house and then a tall thick tree on top of that house and start hollering for freedom and justice.
I am screaming and proclaiming so passionately that I begin to fly. I'm not sure how that worked... Maybe it's because the protest chants were environmental in nature, and we were using leaves to aid our message, and I started soaring with these leaves, first down to the ground, and then in a sort of hovering/propelling motion. It was like I was paddling in air, pushing myself as I went. I fluttered down a flight of stairs and started singing as well. I was amped. I flew into a big open room that felt kind of like a sweat shop, but wasn't. Neil and Assumpta were in there and I riled them up and inspired the whole room to start singing: A-a-a-men! A-a-a-men! A A men amen amen! over and over. Then I flew out. As I left, I heard Neil and Assumpta say to each other: Is there anyone else better suited for that job? No. He's the perfect person to do that.
They were talking about me as a sort of congregational spirit leader or something.
I flew out and caught the eye of some authorities, who were heavily against what I was doing. One looked at me and said - you can't fly! then picked up a rock, looked at me in the eye, and threw it at me. My intention was to catch it and throw it back at him, but I couldn't hold on. I flew on, but it was more of an exhausting hover, like a hummingbird, than a soaring. I sailed on past more threatening authority figures who were trying to take me down. I flap my arms harder, in a sort of backstroke/paddleboat motion, and swim through the sky, away from trouble, singing loudly as I do so.
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