Please escort this gentleman to the gentlemen's room.
Next I called my dear friend Nellie Connally in Dallas. We had been close to Nellie and John for many years, sharing moments of sorrow and happiness alike. She reported that the surgeon had just finished operating and that John was going to be all right.
To the dreamer, a dream can seem at the time eerily indistinguishable from everyday consciousness yet, in retrospect, upon waking, so self-evidently different. The fragmented narrative, the improbability of much of what happens – flying, for example, or the transmogrification of one individual suddenly into another, and so on – seem ludicrous, even embarrassing, in the cold light of day.
DON COLLIER: This is an American tank; we talk American.
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