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The dream started with me sitting next to a screened window, looking out at Fidel Castro and two other leaders of countries, whose faces I couldn't see because they had their backs to me. The three men were talking and I realized I had to tell Castro something urgently. I started trying to get Castro's attention, shouting "Hey Fidel! Oye, Fidel!" through the window-screen and waving, but Castro didn't look up; he just kept talking and joking with the other men.
Then the scene changed and it was the world after oil runs out. I was going to go on a big coach, bigger than any I'd ever been on before, and I was very excited. It was as big as a whole house! I got in and sat down and the coach started moving, much faster than I expected. I wondered how many horses were in the team, to pull something so big. I walked to the front to look out and see, and to my surprise there were only two big dray-horses in the team, high-backed bays with creamy manes and long tails tied into buns so they wouldn't get tangled in the rigging.
The horses part wasn't so weird, but why Fidel Castro? What did I have to tell him?
Tucker
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