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To give you some idea of the health issues I had last year, I remember absolutely none of this, nor of posting it:
I would have saved the final season the way my wildly elaborate dream last night finished it -- I've had some of the most baroque dreams over the last 10 days of my life... in fact, I died three time in them (the first was a nice, spiritually sound death where the parallels between this side and the other side were observed; then I died so a bizarre horror movie could be made while a camera followed me into hell; then there was another one, and I can't recall at the moment, but it was equally fascinating).
Last night, FC's final season concluded. At one point, the family was searching Arizona for some native-American artifacts which were magical. I was back in the '40s and was somehow able to "enter" old war footage in which Hitler would emerge here and there; I eventually swam around where I saw Trump hit his head on those huge war ships, until realized he was too young ant that must be his father.... It got very, very Halloween-y; everybody -- especially Cole --- had moved back into the Gioberti stone mansion; all the Giobertis had been saved via some witness protection program, but many supernatural things were going on. Then the 60 second promos for the final show revealed the murder mystery of all time, but each suspect turns out to be murdered by somebody else, until, around the Gioberti dinner table, the floor suddenly collapses and turns out The Devil himself has been the culprit all along.
Angela, sitting outside in her ambulance-limo at night, sees and hears the screams and flashes of horrific light from inside, and she snorts: "Jesus, those Giobertis always did know how to party..." and then is chauffeured off to FC.