Yalda Night at the Leader's Residence

I dreamt that we were holding a Yalda Night ceremony in the presence of senior officials of the regime at the Leader's residence. The Leader of the Revolution wore a red cloak with black polka dots to show his respect for Yalda Night and to express his affection for the role of watermelon in the regime. At the beginning of the gathering, Ayatollah Jannati started speaking about Yalda Night, but since no one understood what he was saying, the Leader gestured for him to move forward. Apparently, he moved too far forward because there was a show at the end, and Mrs. Jamileh appeared inappropriately dressed in Arab attire, which led us to quickly return to the end of Jannati's speech due to the Leader's wise management. Jannati was upset that his words were interrupted and shouted, 'Oh God, I want to see you!' and slammed his turban to the ground, but several members of the Guardian Council took him aside and tried to comfort him with some Yalda-themed tricks, which proved effective. Among the attendees, I saw Darazeh, the representative from Saravan, eating watermelon and spitting watermelon seeds at the audience. I approached him, and just as I was about to say something, he spat a seed at me. Unfortunately, I lost my composure and said, 'You eat watermelon and throw seeds at me.' He was taken aback and said, 'Get out. Get out. Are you a representative speaking like this? Get out, you ill-mannered!' I replied, 'Come on, I'm a dream writer. You're a representative!' He said, 'No, I returned to the university and am teaching my students how to copy-paste scientific articles from others without using their hands.' At this moment, the attendees asked the Leader to recite poetry for them. He responded, 'We are not accustomed to reciting poetry for anyone. Usually, others recite poetry in our presence.' The attendees were very emotional at this wise reminder, and I personally heard the sound of several backs breaking under the weight of this heavy statement. At this moment, Mr. Hadad-Adel asked for permission to recite poetry. The Leader said, 'You can't even recite your own poets correctly, let alone Hafez's poetry.' This time, Hadad-Adel turned pale and fainted, and I heard the sound of several more backs breaking under the weight of this wise joke from the Leader. At this moment, the Leader pointed to another corner of the gathering, and by God's grace, Haj Mahmoud Karimi, who was wearing a watermelon hat, stood up and loudly sang: 'Nowruz has come.' At this moment, the representative from Saravan shouted, 'I resign in protest against mixing this Nowruz with Yalda.' The Leader of the regime responded, 'Bravo... Bravo.' A few moments later, when I realized that the seeds I was eating were actually the spit watermelon seeds of Ayatollah Alam al-Huda, I woke up with a shout, 'Muslims have no Yalda this year,' thinking that I would not sleep for a long time. In this context, I want to be a 'son-in-law' with Saadi describing the bikini of the king's wife, with Andy and money laundering cars, circumventing sanctions with dancing in Friday prayers, tomorrow's station with Farshid Monafi, paradox with Kambez Hosseini, and justification of issues with Jalal Saidi.