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i'm in some congressional/parliamentary thing watching one of the senator-types. he has really shaggy grey hair with bushy eyebrows and a big beard. he's playing with the rolls of hair above his eyes to try and get it unrolled/untangled.

later he's speaking about some issue. in response to another senator person he's refering to an article he's read. he says he just skimmed it, but he seems to remember all of the details. his aide hands him the article and he shows it to the other guy.

we (?) manage to get ahold of it for a second and pass it to someone behind us to copy. we do the same for another document that comes up.

the people across the table from us are impressed with the convenience of it all and pass something to them as well. somewhat annoyed, i look behind me and notice that the copying consists of this guy retyping it on a typewriter. he's not a very good typist.

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some weird battle type scene [like in the n64 james bond game.. scary] on these two tanks. jumping around shooting at people and dodging bullets.

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later we decide to abduct/protect this civilian group of some sort. we kind of stay off to the side so as not to intimidate them too greatly.. we're on this grassy field (mowed) next to the water.

i'm on a horse. i ride over to the road by the field (bored). some sort of royalty (on the other side) is coming down the road. i try to make a speedy uturn and gallop off but my horse doesn't respond to well and we fall over (hmm). i walk off.

a little later i come up behind the people who are carrying food for them (the important ones have already passed). there is a tray with yummy-looking scones or something. i'm about to grab one but don't because they're too close to their destination and i don't want to be seen by anyone [important, i guess].







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