A Short Circuit to the Knee in the Presence of the Prosecutor

I dreamt that I entered the office of Hojjatoleslam Montazeri, the Attorney General of the country, wearing shorts and a sports shirt. Haj Agha was busy writing something and fortunately had not noticed my presence yet. I was trying to cover the provocative and naked part of my body, which extended from the end of my sports shorts to the beginning of my long socks, and in Persian, we refer to it as the knee. However, my efforts were not successful. When I pulled down the sports shorts, the sensitive areas above were at risk, and when I pulled up the socks, the risk of tearing them and exposing the provocative muscles of my calf increased. I was intensely struggling with myself when suddenly a piece of cloth fell on me. I thought I was under the banner of Islam, but then I realized it was not a banner, it was his cloak. Apparently, Haj Agha had noticed my presence and threw his blessed cloak over me to protect my Islam from further danger. I said in fear, 'Haj Agha, you really helped me, thank you.' He angrily replied, 'Aren't you ashamed to walk around like this?' I said, 'Not ashamed, but if you have a cigarette, I would appreciate it.' I don’t know why my sweet talk had blossomed. He rang a bell on his desk and said with a threatening look, 'Wait until I get to you.' I said, 'Haj Agha, could you explain how the knee is provocative while they bring the cigarette?' He shook his head and said, 'Really, you mean you have no feeling in your knee?' I replied, 'By your dear life, I can feel more in my spinal cord than in my knee.' He looked theatrically into the distance, took a deep breath, and said, 'Oh, the knee! Oh, the knee!' My knees tingled strangely, and I felt danger. I said, 'Okay, Haj Agha, then I will take a banana and excuse myself.' At that moment, the door opened, and dozens of women from the Guidance Patrol entered the room, screaming and saying 'knee, knee.' Haj Agha Montazeri let out a terrifying laugh, and one of the women from the Guidance Patrol, who seemed to be their leader, approached me, followed by the others. Haj Agha said, 'Make sure to treat him well!' The head of the women from the Guidance Patrol came closer, and I was backing towards the window of the room. Suddenly, she pulled her mouth out from under her chador and, with the voice of that boy, said, 'Let me go, he has connected to your knee. It has gone wrong!' At that moment, fortunately, I had reached the edge of the window, and by God's permission, I threw myself out of the window, and apparently, that is why I am now awake, writing this dream while my knee's cruciate ligament is torn. In this context, with a chador in Azadi, Akbar Velayati! You are magnificent! A resurrection! With the general and the seed policies of the IRGC, a struggle with Zainab in Azadi Stadium, tomorrow's station with Farshid Manafi, paradox with Kambiz Hosseini, and justification of issues with Jalal Saidi.