apocalyptic dream

giant screen and a very large bar.  a mural is projected with the second coming by william blake.  i don't know if this exists or not.  it is indebted to michaelangelo.  there are angels and lions.  it is a white background with blue figures.  it adjoins a dormitory where i have just taken some nitrous oxide.  then there is a large restaurant with a man speaking into a microphone, sort of like a poetry reading.  someone says, if we could just get this into print it  would change the world.  then there is dancing and i get off my bench and go onto the floor dancing with a paddle  ball.  could this be my invitation to "america's got talent"?   i am seventy-two years old.  i think i can still dance.  i will have to go out and look  for a paddle (power/powder) ball.