"the king begins to dance"

Dreamed on 15.11.30.0839

Rachel and I enter the crowded chamber just as the country's national anthem starts to play. We realize (with delight) that the king and his retinue are in this chamber. As all the citizens around us sing loudly and happily, the king begins to dance, fluff his outfit, and effectively expand his silhouette like and angel beginning to raise its wings -- his clothing is now about twice as wide and his shoulders are a quarter taller than his height. As the song ends he somehow explodes all the extra space in his clothing out in a burst of pine branches which the crowd rushes to gather. Rachel and I acquire some, but most have lost most of their needles. The only really good branch we find has to be defended carefully.

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