Markey Dem President Candidate-- a Dream
In the dream (which I had after taking a 6 mile walk around, 13x around the block):
There was a college or university that seemed like a cross between Bentley, Harvard, and the Harvard science center. It seemed to be located in Waltham, yet it seemed I could see locations in Cambridge around Harvard from a high spot on the campus. The campus had yards surrounded by buildings like Harvard. It featured buildings that were like the Harvard science center. But different from Bentley and Harvard, it had wide, high curving hallways connecting the buildings and the rooms in the buildings. It was night-time.
Me and Fred Rolecke (he was a room-mate of mine in the Cambridge/Somerville area years ago, he now lives in South Carolina where he is an ardent Christian) were wandering around this campus. We were the big men on campus, sort of dominating. We were both physically and mentally energetic.
I was living in a large apartment on or near the campus, that I was happy with, yet I had a second apartment nearby, that was also spacious.
Me and Sasanka were walking somewhere, then we were in a room, looking at a photo that seemed to be cut out of some yearbook, of Linda Skinner, that was lying on a bed. He seemed repulsed by her, and as for me-- the photo did not make her look especially pretty and I was feeling unenthusiastic about her, different from the enthusiasm I had felt earlier in life.
Off in the distance in an open concrete parking lot type area of the campus, I saw hundreds and hundreds of students running away from the campus in a panic. I saw some blood from the stampede. I went over to investigate. As it turned out, the entire stampede had been caused by one female white normal-height brown haired student, who did not have any weapons or bombs. I got hold of an ice-ball about the size of a basketball and hit her over the head with it, which knocked her out or almost knocked her out.
I was running up a hill about 30 feet high, the ground had snow on it, I was somewhat surprised by my ability to power up the hill without getting tired. Seemed that my shoes had soccer shoe type cleats in them which helped me get up the hill.
With great difficulty on all fours, on my stomach, I managed to reach the top of another hill. This hill was shaped like the planet earth, it's perfectly curved outline looked like the outline or horizon of planet earth, when planet earth is seen from a nearby spacecraft; except the hill was colored a solid black. I and another man were both annoyed because we felt that Megan Fritschel by her behavior, had made it necessary to climb up this hill, or had made the climb up the hill difficult.
On a yard in the campus, There was a meeting of the Republican candidates for President & Vice-President of the US, and their student supporters. There was snow on the ground. The Republican candidate for president was a Bush, but he was not a close relative of the two Bush Presidents, he was rather, a cousin or a cousin's son or a second cousin or something like that. He was someone who nobody knows in the present time. He was about 6'1" tall, white and clean shaven, had black hair, and wore spectacles with thick black frames. He seemed to be in his thirties or forties. His running mate was my former roommate Frederick Rolecke. Me and this Bush's student supporters, around a couple hundred of them, stood on the ground, and did jumping jacks. This Bush told me, or said, "I love Ed Markey".
I was walking in a big curving hallway, that curved to my left, trailing behind US Senator from Massachusetts Ed Markey and a few of his closest people. Ed Markey was the democratic candidate for president of the US. The yellowish-brown light in the hallway was dim; the ceiling in the hallway was around 20 feet high. Another, narrower curved hall that extended for about 20 feet, and that also curved to my left, led off the big curved hall and into a room. I stood in the second hallway, and heard Senator Markey, who was in the room ahead, ask for a cigarette. He was sitting at a table in the middle of the room. I went into the room and pulled a 'Kent' brand cigarette out of a pack in my front shirt pocket and gave it to him. Then I sat down.
The room had curved light brown walls, no corners, and was shaped like an oval, but not a regular oval, rather, a somewhat asymmetric oval. In size it was like a circle of about 12 yards in diameter. The room had a high ceiling, about 20 feet high. The light in the room was somewhat dim, brighter and whiter than the light in the hallway. There was a padded bench adjacent to the wall all around the perimeter of the room.
Sitting on the bench, were about two dozen of Markey's top men. None of them, were women, far as I could tell. They could all see into the center of the room. One of the men was Al Roker, the TV personality. He seemed to be jealous of me, and said something to the effect that I should leave the room. Someone asked me how I had managed to rise so far and so fast, that I was in the room with them. I responded to the question with a few words that I do not now remember. The movement to have me leave the room fizzled out.
One of the men in the room was a clean shaven man who was in his 30s or 40s, this man had normal length almost curly brown hair, wore a cozy looking light-brown colored sweater, I saw him because he was across the room from me, he was nice looking. Another of the men was a little shorter than average, with very wide shoulders, and stocky; he wore a hat of the type that Jewish rabbis wear; his skin was was brown, and he wore a black beard the hair of which was no longer than half an inch; he seemed like a nice guy also, he was sitting near me.
Spontaneously, and unrehearsed, everyone in the room started singing the song "What Does It Take (To Win Your Love for Me)", by Jr Walker and the All-Stars. We did a great job of singing the song; we sounded at least as good as Jr Walker and the All-Stars did when they sang the song originally accompanied by all kinds of musical instruments, even though we did not have any instrumental accompaniment. We sang it perfectly, with chorus, everything coordinated perfectly amongst the different persons singing the song. I did not hear any female voice. And then I woke up.
The Lyrics to the song (Songwriters: J Bristol, V Bullock, H Fuqua), 1968:
What does it take
To win your love for me?
How can I make
This dream come true for me?
Whoa I just got to know
Ooo, baby cause I love ya so
Gonna blow for ya
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
In every way I could
To make you see how much I love you
Ooo, I thought you understood
So you gotta make me see
What does it take to win your love for me?
Gonna blow again for ya
Notes: Jr Walker grew up in South Bend Indiana, I grew up in Chicago, just 70 miles away, where I was living when 'What Does it Take (to win your love for me) was released in 1968.
There was a college or university that seemed like a cross between Bentley, Harvard, and the Harvard science center. It seemed to be located in Waltham, yet it seemed I could see locations in Cambridge around Harvard from a high spot on the campus. The campus had yards surrounded by buildings like Harvard. It featured buildings that were like the Harvard science center. But different from Bentley and Harvard, it had wide, high curving hallways connecting the buildings and the rooms in the buildings. It was night-time.
Me and Fred Rolecke (he was a room-mate of mine in the Cambridge/Somerville area years ago, he now lives in South Carolina where he is an ardent Christian) were wandering around this campus. We were the big men on campus, sort of dominating. We were both physically and mentally energetic.
I was living in a large apartment on or near the campus, that I was happy with, yet I had a second apartment nearby, that was also spacious.
Me and Sasanka were walking somewhere, then we were in a room, looking at a photo that seemed to be cut out of some yearbook, of Linda Skinner, that was lying on a bed. He seemed repulsed by her, and as for me-- the photo did not make her look especially pretty and I was feeling unenthusiastic about her, different from the enthusiasm I had felt earlier in life.
Off in the distance in an open concrete parking lot type area of the campus, I saw hundreds and hundreds of students running away from the campus in a panic. I saw some blood from the stampede. I went over to investigate. As it turned out, the entire stampede had been caused by one female white normal-height brown haired student, who did not have any weapons or bombs. I got hold of an ice-ball about the size of a basketball and hit her over the head with it, which knocked her out or almost knocked her out.
I was running up a hill about 30 feet high, the ground had snow on it, I was somewhat surprised by my ability to power up the hill without getting tired. Seemed that my shoes had soccer shoe type cleats in them which helped me get up the hill.
With great difficulty on all fours, on my stomach, I managed to reach the top of another hill. This hill was shaped like the planet earth, it's perfectly curved outline looked like the outline or horizon of planet earth, when planet earth is seen from a nearby spacecraft; except the hill was colored a solid black. I and another man were both annoyed because we felt that Megan Fritschel by her behavior, had made it necessary to climb up this hill, or had made the climb up the hill difficult.
On a yard in the campus, There was a meeting of the Republican candidates for President & Vice-President of the US, and their student supporters. There was snow on the ground. The Republican candidate for president was a Bush, but he was not a close relative of the two Bush Presidents, he was rather, a cousin or a cousin's son or a second cousin or something like that. He was someone who nobody knows in the present time. He was about 6'1" tall, white and clean shaven, had black hair, and wore spectacles with thick black frames. He seemed to be in his thirties or forties. His running mate was my former roommate Frederick Rolecke. Me and this Bush's student supporters, around a couple hundred of them, stood on the ground, and did jumping jacks. This Bush told me, or said, "I love Ed Markey".
I was walking in a big curving hallway, that curved to my left, trailing behind US Senator from Massachusetts Ed Markey and a few of his closest people. Ed Markey was the democratic candidate for president of the US. The yellowish-brown light in the hallway was dim; the ceiling in the hallway was around 20 feet high. Another, narrower curved hall that extended for about 20 feet, and that also curved to my left, led off the big curved hall and into a room. I stood in the second hallway, and heard Senator Markey, who was in the room ahead, ask for a cigarette. He was sitting at a table in the middle of the room. I went into the room and pulled a 'Kent' brand cigarette out of a pack in my front shirt pocket and gave it to him. Then I sat down.
The room had curved light brown walls, no corners, and was shaped like an oval, but not a regular oval, rather, a somewhat asymmetric oval. In size it was like a circle of about 12 yards in diameter. The room had a high ceiling, about 20 feet high. The light in the room was somewhat dim, brighter and whiter than the light in the hallway. There was a padded bench adjacent to the wall all around the perimeter of the room.
Sitting on the bench, were about two dozen of Markey's top men. None of them, were women, far as I could tell. They could all see into the center of the room. One of the men was Al Roker, the TV personality. He seemed to be jealous of me, and said something to the effect that I should leave the room. Someone asked me how I had managed to rise so far and so fast, that I was in the room with them. I responded to the question with a few words that I do not now remember. The movement to have me leave the room fizzled out.
One of the men in the room was a clean shaven man who was in his 30s or 40s, this man had normal length almost curly brown hair, wore a cozy looking light-brown colored sweater, I saw him because he was across the room from me, he was nice looking. Another of the men was a little shorter than average, with very wide shoulders, and stocky; he wore a hat of the type that Jewish rabbis wear; his skin was was brown, and he wore a black beard the hair of which was no longer than half an inch; he seemed like a nice guy also, he was sitting near me.
Spontaneously, and unrehearsed, everyone in the room started singing the song "What Does It Take (To Win Your Love for Me)", by Jr Walker and the All-Stars. We did a great job of singing the song; we sounded at least as good as Jr Walker and the All-Stars did when they sang the song originally accompanied by all kinds of musical instruments, even though we did not have any instrumental accompaniment. We sang it perfectly, with chorus, everything coordinated perfectly amongst the different persons singing the song. I did not hear any female voice. And then I woke up.
The Lyrics to the song (Songwriters: J Bristol, V Bullock, H Fuqua), 1968:
What does it take
To win your love for me?
How can I make
This dream come true for me?
Whoa I just got to know
Ooo, baby cause I love ya so
Gonna blow for ya
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried
In every way I could
To make you see how much I love you
Ooo, I thought you understood
So you gotta make me see
What does it take to win your love for me?
Gonna blow again for ya
Notes: Jr Walker grew up in South Bend Indiana, I grew up in Chicago, just 70 miles away, where I was living when 'What Does it Take (to win your love for me) was released in 1968.
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