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this morning i dreamt that i was on some kind of anarcho-ecology/radical protest/infiltration, that seth joined me in. there were about thirty of us, and we rode in a cobalt blue bus down to this compound, it was kind of like a biodome without a dome but with concrete walls and bridges. so we snuck in somehow, but it is EPA public property at the same time so we wouldn't get arrested, we were going to protest the new secretary's policies which we felt were destroying ecosystems like coral reefs and tundras or something. the guy yelled at us alot and tried to fight us, but we just argued with him. finally he went to his desk to hang out, and after a few hours he started drawing these lines on his face in sharpie marker, and i asked him what for, and he said he was getting cosmetic surgery and that he wanted his face to look better in his old age. i told him his face was beautiful as it was and that God had meant for him to have that face. he listened to me more, and i told him why change now when you know you are not far from home? you're going home and you're going to leave this world and be with someone who unconditionally loves you and wants everything for, someone who wants to give you everything. we both started crying at this point, and i think i hugged him, and then left to go find seth.