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Dream of: 31 December 2013 (2) "Union Pacifico"

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strive for peaceful union

I'm in a movie theater with a fellow (probably in his early 40s) who is a friend of mine. As we're watching the movie, I notice that Mexican lobby cards are posted on the backs of many of the seats and on the walls. I like Mexican lobby cards and I think I could pull one off one of the seats if I wanted, but they seem to be glued on tight. Nevertheless, my friend attempts to pull one off the seat in front of him. Its a yellow lobby card for the movie Union Pacifico. I know that I have one just like it at home, only mine is green. He manages to pull it off the seat, but its still attached to a board. He tries to remove it from the board and rips some pieces of the lobby card off of the board, basically destroying the lobby card. I think that is such a shame. I tell him that he didn't have to tear it like that, that there was a way to remove the card from the board. He wants me to show him, so I take what's left of the lobby card in my hand. I look in my pockets for my silver pocket knife, but I don't have it. Instead, I pick up a sharp table knife, lift up one corner of the lobby card from the board and start prying the lobby card with the knife. In short order, the rest of the lobby card pops off the board. I leave it lying on the table which we're now sitting at in the movie theater.

I don't want anyone to see that the lobby card has been taken off the seat and ripped up. Thus I'm anxious when the tall theater owner walks down the aisle past us. We've set some glasses and plates around the torn lobby card in an attempt to hide it. I'm utterly dismayed when my friend calls to the owner who steps up to our table. Even though the movie is playing, my friend begins asking the owner how he can rearrange the seats so that he can have a little get-together with some of his friends. The owner tells him that he can arrange some seats in a little square.

My friend wants the owner to show him how the seats can be arranged and he stands up. When he does so, the owner notices the lobby card and says something about one of his lobby cards being torn up. The fellow doesn't say anything. I think he should at least make up a story about how he found the lobby card there in that condition and deny any responsibility, but he remains silent. I'm very unhappy with this fellow and now I want to distance myself from him.

The owner proceeds to move the seats into a little square to show what the arrangement would look like if the fellow decides to have his party there.

I'm quite upset with this fellow. I stand up and walk to the theater lobby. As I'm standing in the lobby, an elderly woman walks by and asks me if I'm renting or buying the two-story house on Eighth Street (in Portsmouth). I don't know who she is and I don't know what she's talking about, but I tell her that I own a one-story house on Eighth Street. She walks away.

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