Tango with Officials in the Service Trench

I dreamt I was in a dimly lit room with soft music playing. In the middle of the room, two people were dancing tango hand in hand. I was overjoyed that in one of my dreams I didn't see the regime officials, but when I approached, I preferred to be in my skin because those two were Mohsen Rezaei and Ali Akbar Velayati. They were gazing into each other's eyes romantically and performing the dance movements with high precision. I said, 'Congratulations, gentlemen! You look great together.' Mohsen Rezaei rolled his eyes and said to Velayati, 'Wow! Ali Akbar! I said you can't keep the people's mouths shut.' Velayati replied, 'Yeah! The envious can't stand to see us happy.' I said, 'But both of you are under a lot of pressure these days.' Rezaei said, 'I shed my tears on Rashidpour's program. It was so effective that the whiteness of Rashidpour's teeth kept blinding me because his mouth was open so much.' Velayati also said, 'I have issued orders for addressing and following up on the current situation.' I said, 'Well, then all problems are solved.' At that moment, Sadegh Larijani entered the parliament. I said, 'Did you also call the officiant?' Larijani said, 'My deep connection with the leadership meant that after my term ended, I didn't become an officiant like Khatami and instead attacked the enemy from the trenches of the Expediency Council and the Guardian Council.' Rezaei, with his head resting on Velayati's shoulder, said, 'Honestly, I've worked so much on my connection with the leadership that I've become skin and bones, but I got nowhere.' He started to cry. At that moment, Hojjatoleslam Raisi also entered the parliament and addressed Larijani, 'Where were you when we were executing people in 1987?' Larijani replied, 'I had a poultry farm in Qom, I had no connection to anything, instead, I sent the chickens to the slaughterhouse every two months.' Raisi responded, 'I hope to build a judiciary where everyone can execute and be executed with peace of mind. My slogan is: Execution for all Iranians; if not, imprisonment.' At that moment, Mohsen Rezaei screamed, 'What does that mean? You all are serving in three hundred trenches. I am just the secretary of the council. I don't want to, I can't.' He let out a loud cry and fainted. Dr. Velayati checked his pulse and said, 'He is in bad shape. He needs artificial respiration.' Everyone turned to look at me. I said, 'By God, if you put the sun in one hand and the moon in the other and fill my pockets with stars and planets, I won't give Mohsen artificial respiration.' At that moment, by God's permission, the frequency of my dream changed, and I found myself in another dream at Mr. Abdi's concert, shouting along with the crowd, 'Don't forget the gift at iftar time... sponge glue... Casper Sky.' I woke up.