rahm and his medium-size domestic animal

The backstory is very confused as to how I got there and why, but I dreamed that I was attending a fancy party in an extremely expensive French apartment. Picture high ceilings, historic details, fancy stuff all around in a rococo style. At one point I drew a curtain back and was embarrassed to realize that I had unveiled a sleeping area composed of a gigantic bed. The hostess (random dream hostess*) was very nice about it, though.

The table had been partially set already, and then there was some shuffling around and we had to switch our seating arrangement. For some reason I was really agitated by the fact that people were no longer sitting in front of their preferred drink (all were very G-rated beverages like milk and orange juice, although one of the guests bore an eerie resemblance to Karl Lagerfeld, and I thought I read somewhere that he subsisted on Coke Zero).

At one point I looked out the window to check on a mild commotion below and saw Rahm Emmanuel a couple of stories below in the courtyard. He was throwing something (a treat?) to a medium-size domestic animal who was perched on a ledge about 15 feet off the ground. Unfortunately I don't remember if the animal was a goat or pig, but whatever it was, Rahm started scaling the wall to reach it. I was impressed at his climbing ability, but wondered what had gotten him and the animal into this unusual situation.


*Although I'm pretty sure that the fancy apartment was influenced by a blog I was perusing the other day, the hostess was not the blog's writer, just a random subconscious invention.

tiring emotional ethics questions

In the middle of a bunch of other unremembered story lines last night, I was approached by an older Chinese guy. I wasn't sure what he wanted, and didn't really want to talk to him because it seemed like he just wanted to hit me up for money. He was persistent, though, and started telling me his story. Apparently he had made a fortune very rapidly with some kind of business venture. This story was accompanied by images of wild, extravagant parties held at his house, with some really interesting details that I can't remember now. His fortune had reversed and he was now destitute, which was why he had approached me in the first place. This provoked wildly mixed feelings in me. I had been annoyed at the imposition (I'm always bothered in real life by a random person trying to sell me something or request something). Now I was a little repentant at having been annoyed, and a little impressed with his story, which was pretty poignant. At the same time, I was mad at myself because I was pretty sure there was an element of bourgeois wannabe awe: that now, knowing that he had been insanely rich and well-connected, I wanted to be connected with him and wished I could back-pedal to react more positively.