Coat Dream

[prog]

My arch-enemy had outlawed the green corduroy spoartcoat I wear sometimes. This sportcoat exists in the waking world, and you've likely seen me in it. Truth to tell, it deserves that treatment; it's quite ratty, frayed on every edge, and with one front pocket hanging down like a flapping tongue. (It's been sewn back into place twice so far.) I bought it four years ago, when I took my job in Hermon. I have worn it on most every cool or cold day since then. It's a beautiful color, a rich forest-at-dusk sort of green with variances lent by the nature of the corduroy, and it's like an extra layer of psychic skin to me; donning it raises my confidence and charisma in subtle ways. You probably have a thing or two in your wardrobe like this, too. Just the same, a top priority, once I have disposable income again, involves replacing that poor old coat.

While my dream-self felt the same way, someone trying to force my hand by passing a law against my coat seemed obscene. I was very angry at such a stupid law, and I swore to civil disobedience. Soon, I found myself in an awkward situation. A friend showed up, wearing the same style of coat (for it was the style of coat, not the coat itself, that had become illegal). But, I wasn't wearing mine. What was going on? Did my friend attempt to show solidarity, and I didn't keep my end? Or did he know I wasn't wearing the coat then, and was trying to mock my apparent corwardice? Very strange.

Later my arch enemy, who was a tall, beautiful woman I don't recognize from this world (but felt I knew all too well in my dream state) tried to make me understand her viewpoint, a process that involved seducing me. Pure-heart action hero that I am, I think I resisted her here. This disappointed both her and my dream-generation unit, I think, because the story stopped at this point. THE END