Protests aren't really something you see much of anymore. Mostly it's just filler news stories about big theatrical rallies without much of a purpose. Sure all the speakers and their followers tell you they want to take back the country or some such nonsense, but what does that mean? They'll spit all sorts of ideas at any camera crew wading through the crowd looking for human interest stories, and soon you'll realize they just want everyone to agree with them. That's why I was a little bewildered when a hundred or so Verizon employees walking down the streets and yelling about their jobs passed by on my way home from work. Something must have really struck me, because I had an odd dream that night.
All I can remember is a bunch of people in red shirts yelling at me and shaking signs in my face. Then I was a giant walking through the harbor. I feel like they all charged me and became part of my body. At one point I used one of the smaller islands as a seat, picked up a tanker and ate it like a hot dog. I woke up with a stomach ache.
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