just before olive woke me i had a crazy man dream on the street. the man was so angry at me for something i can't think of now. it was not what he seemed to be angry about. the anger was displaced. at the end of the dream i thought to ask are you a zionist, is that what this is about? i don't think i got a chance, probably just as well, because we were almost coming to blows, and i was saved by olive palestine from getting flattened by hate. now i recognize the guy looked like the psychopathic zionist ben givr, oh, and also like the hybrid ex-idf zionazi schlub who accosted me and lulu in the parking lot behind the theological seminary.