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In my dream this morning I came home from the library with a book entitled "Jason and the Red Argonauts" (with a hyper-stylized cover, illustrated with wood-etchings), and had an argument with theophile about it, where I was saying it was clearly radical, because it was all about The Golden Fleece quest as a communist endeavor, and he was saying that it was racist, as the term "red" was obviously an antiquated derogatory term for Native Americans.

This dream, possibly more than any other dream I have ever had, is a testament to the the Jungian theory where every character in your dream is an aspect of yourself.