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DREAMS

I went to a cafeteria with another person or several people...don't know who. It wasn't a cafeteria line, but more just an area where you went up to get some food. By the time we got there, much of the food had already been picked over. And when I would make myself a plate of food (sort of art opening style) and put it down to get more food, the original plate was gone. I was complaining because I had paid to eat, but there was no food to eat. The people I was with were satisfied with their food, but that was because they *had* food and I didn't. I kept my eye on the serving area, and noticed that they got small cakes in, so I went up there and grabbed myself a cake (a small, round bundt cake type thing), shoving other people out of the way. The people I was with moved to another table, like they didn't want to be around me. I wanted more than cake as I knew that wasn't a substantial meal. I was implying to the people I was with that they should share some of their food with me since they were fortunate to get some, but they ignored me. Then I remember looking out the window of my living room. It was night, and there was a group of high school girls walking down the street huddled together. A couple of them had shaved heads and although it was cold outside, they were dressed in gym clothes. They looked like Connie Cone as played by Larraine Newmann from the old SNL Coneheads, sans the pointed crown. I noticed they were carrying something, like an animal. It appeared to be fluttering, like it was an injured bird, but as I looked closer I could see they had a tabby cat. It appeared to be injured, like maybe it got hit by a car. It looked like Caligula. I got worried that it *WAS* Caligula, so I went into the bedroom and fortunately saw Caligula there on the bed. Then I was in a room with some interviewer guy and he was interviewing Madonna. The interview was at the end and he said something to her like "I understand your ideas and what you are trying to do. I think you're a very intelligent woman." She thanked him. I wanted to tell her that I don't necessarily understand her ideas and that's not because I'm not intelligent, but perhaps her ideas are rather trite, but I woke up before I got to tell her that.