With Support, Motahari, and Two Ahmads

I dreamed that I had an informal meeting with Mr. Ahmad Alamolhoda, the Friday prayer leader of Mashhad, and Ahmad Khatami, the Friday prayer leader of Tehran, on the sidelines of the nationwide assembly of Friday prayer leaders. The Ayatollahs did not consider me important at all and were talking to each other. Ahmad Alamolhoda said to Ahmad Khatami: "Ahmad, I am very upset with you for issuing this permit for the street concert in Tehran." Ahmad Khatami replied: "Ahmad, shut up! You turned Mashhad into a harem for Iraqis, and now you come to me with your hand out?" Alamolhoda pointed his thumb at Khatami and said: "Come here!" Khatami got upset and said: "How shameless! This time I went to the house; if I don't tell my master, I won't cook you a meal!" Alamolhoda said: "I mean, come forward so I can explain to you. This kid, the calf, is sitting here listening." and pointed to me. I jumped in and said: "Excuse me, but you also showed your thumb to Haj Agha." I wanted to ask for a check when Alamolhoda leaned his head close to Khatami's ear and started whispering, but by God's permission, I could hear him: "Ahmad, that issue with the Iraqis has a religious justification, secondly, the needs of Muslims must be met, thirdly, if we don't provide them with these facilities, what should we do, hold concerts for them? Fourthly, as I said in Friday prayers, it's the work of the British." Khatami said: "Well done, Ahmad!" I said: "Haj Agha, can you tell me how you determined it was the work of the British and not the Americans?" Khatami replied: "Well done! What are you saying, Ahmad?" Alamolhoda shot me a glare and, by God's permission, turned into Ali Motahari and said to me: "Congratulations on the happy Eid of Ghadir Khum for being a foolish idiot!" Ahmad Khatami said: "Ali Agha, where is that cleric who came with you? Tell him to put this in a bag; he talks too much nonsense," and pointed to me. Ali Motahari said: "As Martyr Motahari said before the explosion, opposing is one of the most nerve-wracking creatures of God. Give me a 'T'!" He was addressing me. I said: "Oh, is this a poetry contest?" Khatami said: "You burned! You burned!" and said to Motahari: "Teaching and learning is worship. Now you give a 'T'." Motahari said: "Ball, tank, firecracker, our referee..." I jumped in: "I should give? They took everything from me, that unfaithful friend." Motahari said: "You foolish idiot! Get up and go into the bag!" By God's permission, with a gesture from Motahari, Ahmad Khatami's cloak flew away and turned into a bag. Khatami said: "Are you going in or should I get up?" I said: "Can't I come every other week to participate in the political-religious Friday prayer ceremonies and thus support the system?" Motahari yelled: "You shameless bastard! Don't you know I'm sensitive to the word support?" I said: "Come on, they wear that support... it's different, I swear!" With the repetition of the word 'support', suddenly Ali Motahari, by God's permission, turned into thousands of small wearable supports and scattered on the ground. Ahmad Khatami screamed: "For God's sake, don't mess with me!" While I was trying my best not to mess with Ahmad Khatami, I woke up.