I was standing in an empty parking lot in the dream, in front of a strip mall at night in my childhood neighborhood.
In the distance, someone was trying to engage people walking past.
His suit clashed with his rubber Obama mask.
He maybe held a clipboard or pamphlets. But maybe not.
Whatever he was saying to people was garbled by wind and distance, but he sounded earnest and sincere.
As he headed toward me, I prepared a polite dismissal.
I spoke quickly, telling him he’ll find more people “that way”.
I gestured toward a parking lot across the street, in front of another stripmall.
As I spoke, he took off the rubber Obama mask.
Then I could see that it was Pierce Brosnan. He thanked me for the tip and ran off.
What does it mean? It means nothing.