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Dreamt that I was in a floating mini approaching a toll booth on the Amazon river. Was being chased by somebody familiar in a second mini, and we were shooting at each other discretely through our sunroofs. There was an Indian village on the bank on the right, and it was illegal to park our minis there.
We all got in line and were waiting to pass the toll booth when an argument flared up between the captain of the toll booth, the captain of a large boat before us (Russel Crowe) and the Indian chief, who was this wise old man who got Crowe really pissed off.
The indians were building this strange ramp up into the sky which channeled the river water not only against the current but against gravity. The point, I knew, was to build a reverse river into the sky, so the indian chief's son could sail up into the heavens and enlist the aid of their dead ancestors in fighting the forces of the white man that had destroyed their power and tribe.
Dreamt that I was in a floating mini approaching a toll booth on the Amazon river. Was being chased by somebody familiar in a second mini, and we were shooting at each other discretely through our sunroofs. There was an Indian village on the bank on the right, and it was illegal to park our minis there.
We all got in line and were waiting to pass the toll booth when an argument flared up between the captain of the toll booth, the captain of a large boat before us (Russel Crowe) and the Indian chief, who was this wise old man who got Crowe really pissed off.
The indians were building this strange ramp up into the sky which channeled the river water not only against the current but against gravity. The point, I knew, was to build a reverse river into the sky, so the indian chief's son could sail up into the heavens and enlist the aid of their dead ancestors in fighting the forces of the white man that had destroyed their power and tribe.