nostr:npub1rtlqca8r6auyaw5n5h3l5422dm4sry5dzfee4696fqe8s6qgudks7djtfs posted this thing about Ross yesterday, and that made its way into my dream. I was in some rural deep south town, maybe somewhere Alabama or Louisiana. It was voting day and I went to vote in some old wooden church. When I arrived, the local election officials were doing crack at the backseat of some 70s mobile.

When I arrived they got out to see if I had the right to vote, and I showed them my Finnish driver's license (which doesn't officially count as valid voter ID even in Finland, lol). They didn't understand it but because it clearly was an ID, they let me through.

I don't remember all the details from inside the voting church, but RFK Jr. was there and he was pissed because someone was smoking indoors. Somehow this smoking tied into the fact that he was telling people to vote for candidate #6, but at this point I had already voted... for #7.

I woke up confused and angry for having voted the wrong candidate.

After I regained my senses a bit, I was just laughing at this crazy unrealistic dream - there aren't that many candidates in US elections!

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