I dreamed today that I secretly infiltrated a family-gang of crooks and swindlers, replacing the father of the family.
Like in the song "Formalin" by the band Flёur:
*She swims in formalin, the imperfection of lines,
Moving gradually.
I have her face her name, the same blue sweater,
No one noticed the substitution.
*In the end, the mafia caught us, and wanted to kill us. They had already drawn marks on our faces with hand cream, showing where to shoot.
Fortunately, the FBI guys suddenly showed up and saved us, taking us straight to the US president. Apparently, we knew something important. I had to maintain my disguise on the fly, improvising. At first, it wasn't very dangerous, because we were flying to Washington, and didn't talk much.
For some reason, the president invited me to fly lying down on a small platform under the plane. There weren't even any handrails there, you just lie down and pray you don't fall off. Nevertheless, it wasn't particularly scary, and I quickly fell asleep.
I woke up already in the White House, in the Oval Office, where Monica sucked off Clinton. From the conversation, I learned that my original was an emigrant from the USSR. He wrote and published a small book in the US, which I already knew. But the fact that he was also writing a book in the USSR was told to me by the POTUS. (President Of the United States). Then he asked where my wife was. I thought on my feet and said she died a long time ago. My sons were very surprised. It turns out we flew out of the USSR without her, and she just stayed there. The fact that she was already dead, they learned from me (and I made it up, because I'm an impostor).
Nevertheless, I wasn't exposed. After the conversation, I started wandering around the White House. It turned out there's a very interesting restaurant inside.
I insisted that I needed something non-alcoholic. They explained to me that the ordering system works like this: the bartender reads the names to me one by one, and I choose what I like. And then he can tell me the details. In total, there are 200 non-alcoholic drinks on the menu (more than in Starbucks?).
The restaurant itself is located in a funicular, which is built more like an amusement park ride. First, the rails are on the ground, and then they twist into a spiral high into the sky, and the funicular constantly drives up and down these rails at a leisurely pace, so the visitors have something to feast their eyes on.
True, in the summer at the top, in the sun, it's very hot, and the funicular is often at the bottom, in the shadow of the White House walls.
And with that, the dream ended. I don't know if it's about impostor syndrome (Impostor syndrome) or my desire to write texts, or a longing for travel. Decide for yourselves.