A Dream -- Sunday 28 June

I'm dancing with Tesla in a field of wireless electricity, his turbines whispering like Frida Kahlo's laughter echoing through her self-portraits. We're waltzing around a giant onion, peeling back layers of truth and lies, each slice revealing another chilling tale from the darker recesses of human nature. Maggie Vera, empowered by empathy, spins around us, her tears watering the onions' roots while Russell and Eisenhower watch from above, their faces reflected in the solstice sun.