| 26 Aug 2005 @ 20:52, by Jose Overalles|
I am at the local television station for some unknown
reason. I am standing with a group of people in some
sort of informal meeting.
Peter Jennings is with us too.
It is quite clear to everyone in the group that Peter
and I don't see eye to eye on things. He thinks that
I'm a typical New Hampshire hick conservative, and I
think he is nothing more than a shallow spokesman for
world socialism. As we trade barbs, the rest of the
group looks on nervously. I say to Peter,"well, there
really isn't much news for you to report these days,
is there"? He replies, in a superior know it all fashion,
"Well, that will all change in a big way in a couple of
days. Something BIG is about to happen". This flips my
switch, and I turn into a raving lunatic. I yell and
scream at him, "well, if you know so much Mr. reporter,
why don't you tell everybody about it? After all, that's
what reporters do right? I start following him around
the TV station, repeating myself over and over again,
furious that he would withhold important information
about some big event. For some reason I feel that this
event will be very bad, in a Sept. 11 kind of way.
The rest of the people in the Tv station are horrified
that I would talk to Peter Jennings that way. Peter seems
embarrassed that he has said too much about something
he shouldn't have. His assistant, who is a woman, wearing
a black skirt, white shirt and a muslim head scarf that
is black, snaps her fingers, and two guards appear to
escort me from the building. I feel like the assistant
agrees with me, but has to do her job anyway. As I'm
being pushed out the door, she says, "why don't you go
buy yourself a hooker and get rid of some of that
aggression. I realize that she procures hookers for Peter,
and that she is just transferring that guilt to me.
I tell her, "I don't need no damned hooker, like HIM!"
Next I find myself in the bad section of town,
where I run into a group of homeless people camped out
on the sidewalk. I start preaching to them about how
the world is going to end on "Monday or Tuesday", and
that Peter Jennings knows all about it, but won't tell
anybody. They stare at me with rapt attention, hanging
on every word, and believing me. End of dream.
About 18 years ago, I worked for a temp agency that
hired me to work at the local Tv station to be a gopher
for ABC News. They were in town for the New Hampshire Primary.
I was in the same room with Peter Jennings
then, but never spoke to him. I did notice that everyone
was extremely nervous when he came into the room. I also
had a brief staring contest from across the room with
David Brinkley, but didn't talk to him either. I remember
being very impressed with all of the ABC news people
though, thinking that they were a really great bunch of
people. I had no opinion of Peter then, though later I
would come to depspise his news casts as pure propaganda.
I'm sure he was probably a nice guy though,to the people
who loved him. Driving to work this morning I was
recalling this dream, and it took a few minutes before
I remembered that Peter is now dead and gone. R.I.P.
Peter, don't mean to speak ill of the dead, lol. I
don't remember many dreams so vividly. This one sure