Halloween at the Hosseiniyah

I dreamed that I was attending a Halloween party. The venue was strange, resembling a Hosseiniyah or a religious gathering. I asked one of the guests, who had dressed up like a water thief, where this place was. The water thief gave me a strange look and said, 'This is the Imam Khomeini Hosseiniyah, belonging to Imam Khamenei.' I felt a strange sensation and coughed. At that moment, another guest approached me, and I was terrified to see him. He had a long beard and looked familiar. I remembered; it was Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi. He said, 'Yeah, I know you're scared. But I'm not Abu Bakr.' He laughed and said, 'Don't worry, I'm Hojjatoleslam Wal Muslimeen Ejei.' I was caught in a strange situation and didn't know what to do. I said, 'Thank you for telling me you're Mr. Ejei. I'm much less scared now.' He stroked his long beard and thought for a moment, then asked, 'Did you throw a jab?' I replied, 'I'd be torn to pieces if I threw a jab at you. I have a question.' He said, 'Ask before the program starts.' I asked, 'Can you tell me what the program is here?' He laughed and said, 'It's Halloween, the music will start soon.' A moment later, the sound of 'Usin Usin' became loud. I said, 'What is this? This is a lamentation, right?' Ejei, while leading the chant, said, 'For God's sake, is this happier or those silly Western songs?' Suddenly, I recognized Hassan Rouhani among the crowd, who was also leading the chant. I said, 'Oh, Rouhani is here too!' Ejei laughed and said, 'No, this is Ayatollah Seyyed Ahmad Khatami, dressed up to look scary like Rouhani.' I couldn't help but laugh. Someone who looked like Ayatollah Alamolhoda angrily approached me. I comforted myself that he must be Dr. Zibakalam in an Alamolhoda costume. Just as Alamolhoda was about to reach me, suddenly a large black bird came and lifted me, carrying me like an eagle with its prey to one of the columns of the Hosseiniyah. By the time I realized what was happening, I closed my eyes and shouted, 'If you are a real eagle, for the love of your mother, don't eat me!' A female voice said, 'No, where's the eagle? I'm Elham Charkhandeh.' I opened my eyes. She was right. Terrified, I said, 'Can I go back down to that Alamolhoda guy?' She said, 'No, they are dangerous. They are looking for someone to execute at the end of the party as an economic protester. You are their first choice.' I said, 'Please, Elham! I don't want to be executed.' I don't know where she pulled out a black cloth and, with tears in her eyes, said, 'Here! Become Zahra and put this on your head and get out of here.' A moment later, I came to my senses and saw that I was wearing a black chador with only my nose sticking out as I was exiting the Hosseiniyah, and while receiving several offers for temporary marriage on the way out, I woke up shouting, 'O owner of the Halloween days!' In this context, fleeing from the saw, two self-appointed forces connected to the prosecutor's office, with a chador in freedom, O Akbar Velayati! You are magnificent! A resurrection! With the general and the seed policies of the IRGC, tomorrow's station with Farshid Manafi, paradox with Kambez Hosseini, and justification of issues with Jalal Saidi.