Dream 120119
A relative talks about how his brother got killed by the Russian government and shows disturbing pictures of his naked corpse. My parents has a black and white portrait of a rebel leader (him?) in the living room. His name (Chavez something) engraved onto his chin with a knife.
In a different scenario I’m talking to a friend on the phone about her first lesbian encounter while I see helicopter shots of skyscrapers reflecting the morning sun. Like in the Dallas opening credits or the flight scene at the end of Sgt. Kabukiman N.Y.P.D.
