A dream: I find myself in the middle of a familiar city and am told there is to be an exact reconstruction of an important historical event in which I will play a minor role. My performance will be judged by a famous historian who can be seen standing nearby. Before this, however, I must find the appropriate clothes.
After a short time, during which I manage to pick up a combat jacket from a much later period, I meet S. She is carrying the electric guitar she was given by a Native American who had stood behind her while she waited to audition for a musical in another part of the city. Together we wander on through the streets, filled with smoke and dust now that the insurrection has begun, S. with her guitar, me with my green jacket.
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