Dream of:02 February 2011 "The Humanitarian"
I was sitting at a desk in the front room of the Logan Street House. The desk was sitting right next to the front door so I could look out the open door. I was rummaging through boxes of miscellaneous items which I had accumulated over the years, sorting out what I wanted to keep and what I wanted to throw away. I came across several stacks of old plastic credit cards, some with colorful pictures, and decided I would keep those. On the other hand, I found several little red plastic forks which looked more like little rakes than forks, and I decided to throw those away.
My mother was in the adjoining bedroom. She called to me and asked me if she could take a jar of yogurt out of the refrigerator and take it to her friend. I didn't like the idea, but I told her she had bought the yogurt with her own money, so she could do what she wanted with it. I vaguely seemed to think that she might be on food stamps.
She called out to me that she could see someone outside. I stood up, looked out the front door and saw a burly man in a long herringbone coat walking up on the front porch. I walked out, still clutching one of the stupid little red forks in my hand. I heard him say that his name was "Doctor Price." When he reached me, however, he said his name was "George Soros Price." I knew then that the name "Price" was just made up and that he was the famous "George Soros." I suddenly realized that he had come to help my mother. I was so thankful and so happy. I couldn't believe it. I blurted, "Oh my God. You're George Soros. The Greek. the man who wants to legalize marijuana. The humanitarian."
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