Last Friday, Gary had another of his recurrent Big House dreams. The last one was almost exactly one year ago to the day. (Previous visits to the Big House weren’t on any schedule, though, so I think it’s coincidence.)
As it happens so often in the Big House, it was being invaded. This time the invaders were street urchins who would come in through the windows and then run when you entered the room.
This year’s Big House was in Russia, oddly. Gary was headed back to the Big “Dom” (дом), when our Russian neighbor discovered he couldn’t get in to his Big House and tried to borrow our key. Our key didn’t work, so the neighbor called out “Security!” to summon the neighborhood security force that would let him in.
Gary also called out “Security!” and noticed an old woman peeling potatoes nearby. She was plainly the security enforcer, because she wouldn’t look him in the eye even when he got down on the floor and looked up into her face. And then, he woke up.
Right before he took the nap that elicited this Big House dream, I told him Russia had been found to have meddled in Bernie Sanders’ presidential campaign. I suppose an invasion of privacy at the Sanders campaign is what launched this. Big House dreams seems to happen when Gary’s hermit existence is threatened. He must be sympathizing with Bernie’s loss of privacy.