Apparently ‘The Great Catastrophe’ had happened, statism had fallen and we had entered into a shiny post-capitalist future brought about by a group/movement espousing elemental views merging #SolarPunk and Quakerism; *allegedly*—for I found myself rounded up onto a school-bus and brought to The Aptucxet Trading Post, where I was to be forced into labor as a cashier. My brother (who I went no-contact with over a decade ago in realtime) had turned me in, and he was there at the cash-register to insure I “just be normal / don’t act 'all weird and shit’.” Despite the old familiar familial demand of feigned ignorance and willful compliance in public, my effortlessly recalling the produce code-numbers from my first job thirty-six years ago proved threateningly triggering to him in revealing the likelihood of my undiagnosed autism, which (along with an ‘intersexuality’ of which I was convinced to have been born with) I’d despairingly reasoned suffering from being bullied at school for to my mother in the fifth grade [for which I was then shamed and kept under house-arrest {in realtime} for the rest of summer vacation]. As I’d proven myself ‘too capable’ as a cashier, I was transferred to act instead as a half-assed personal trainer. The first client I had was a ridiculously bougie and malignant woman who reacted contrarily to everything I suggested she try. After a spell of hrmph’ing, pfft’ing and crossing her arms, she reached in her pocket, pulled out what appeared to be a piece of broken-off car blinker [i.e. 'signal'], and barked, “You JUST. DON’T. GET IT!” My brother then showed up and whispered in my ear for me to follow him to the hallway, that he had something to show me. He pulled up a laptop and played a video shot overhead from a helicopter. It was of a crowd dressed in black bloc chasing the woman and her husband into a mansion after overturning their SUV. It became apparent to me that my client was Patricia McCloskey, the MAGA wife who pointed firearms with her husband at Black Lives Matter protesters on June 28th, 2020 in St. Louis, Missouri [who I dreamt of three days ago]. “Wait,” I thought to myself, “Who’s side won the future here?” {which woke me up}.

#Dream