Two different stories alternate: in one I am having
a great deal of difficulty
getting my driver's license
in the other a lottery scam
is being uncovered. With the
drivers license, there is always something wrong so it
has to be redone: my name is wrong, the license number
is wrong, the license is too big. By the time I was
ready to wake up, the license content was okay, but
it had the form of a linoleum
block about an inch thick.
I looked at it and sighed.
The lottery scam was on a huge scale. It was
the work of a mastermind in some California prison.
Most of the people doing the legwork were convicts.
Most of the victims were also convicts. The scam
had generated millions of dollars, and the mastermind
bought a beautiful, ornate theatre something like la
Scala. I was there, but of course at some point I had
to leave to do something about my license.