DoubleHelix

April 21, 2014: I am one of three men in a car driving to a location to meet a woman performer whom we would like to back financially and promote. Unfortunately, the persons we had approached to actually provide the financing did not come through, and some other individual or group ended up picking her up instead. We meet her in her dressing room. The woman we meet is Emelia Clarke, the actress who plays Daenerys Targaryen (Dragon Mother) on Game of Thrones. She appears just about ready to go on and do her act/show. We have a short conversation wherein we tell her how great she looks and how extremely well she will do even with the other backers, not us, and that we are sorry that we can’t be involved in promoting/representing her. We each give her a warm, earnest hug and leave.

We are now getting back in the car, which is a large, forties-style black mobster-type car with rounded fenders and roof. There are shirts and/or suits on a hanger hooked on the driver’s side rear which has to be held aside by me so I can slip into the back seat behind the driver. We drive off.

As we drive we pass what appears to be a cheap, salt-box hotel or low income housing on the left side of the street. A plane - a greatly scaled up version of the Wright Brother’s airplane which is as large as a modern-day jet liner barely clears the building. The plane has a long horizontal row of blindingly bright landing lights. I make a comment on what a disaster it would be if the plane crashed into the building. I wake.