Dream

Posted on March 21, 2004 in Dreams

I tossed in my sleep, dreaming that a conspiracy of “saints” had taken over the country and had people looking for a radar dish shaped like a giraffe. They used children to search for it and burned anything that had a picture of a giraffe on it. When it turned three a.m. and someone suggested that they stop emptying the garbage cans, that they go home, the leaders laughed them down as wimps.

No one in the movement knew where they took their orders from. They worked against another conspiracy. It was hard to tell who was the good guy and who was the bad guy. It was possible that they were all being manipulated by the same people, for ends that no one could see.

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I rarely comment on dreams, but this one seems to tell a truth: at times it seems to me that all the “alternatives” we are offered end up being the same thing. If you attempt to go for a walk in the park or offer the idea that maybe we need to reform the way we think and act, you are immediately branded as one of the enemy. Speaking as someone who thinks his own thoughts, who champions compassion over partisan gains, I can say that it is not a position for wimps.