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just had a nightmare, it had a very terry gilliam “brazil” feel to it, and it had something to do with chicago, about going to mexico to promote a movie with posters that said “make art ! to save art !”, there were also an underground cities with dead bodies and shadows clearing them up, vaguely seen through those subway vents.  and huge hotels built for homeless people, where i met the most interesting 4 brothers, aerian, they had absolutely white hair made into two long braids and dressed in bright blue what looked like ponchos, couldnt stop myself from talking to them and taking a picture, in which time a plastic bottle in a shape of an arm grab hold of me and tried to pull be into the sewer, probably because i saw the bodies through the subway vents.

sorry its looks like a messed up rant, just wanted to write it down while i still remember.