Nov

9

Dreams

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I had a dream this morning about being a soldier in Afghanistan. I was walking in a sunken field, criss-crossed by tall hedgerows and ringed by raised earth walls. I was walking through openings in the hedgerows, trying to avoid the road, and heard someone approaching. One of the hedges had a small opening at the bottom for me to hide in, so I dove inside and tried to lie as still as I possibly could, trying not to breathe. I could see the road from my prone position, and I watched two guards (I guess) pass by me. As they did, I could hear them speak in soft tones to each other, and when they were out of sight, their continued conversation encouraged me that I had escaped detection. I couldn’t turn around to see if they were still walking for fear of being heard, so I just remained as still as possible.

Then, without warning, I felt the muzzle of a rifle nudge the back of my head. They had circled around, I reasoned, without me realizing it. I remember thinking I need to move slow enough to communicate surrender, but not too slow to communicate non-compliance. I remember thinking I need to come out with my hands first, so I turned my body around, slowly scooting my body out of the hedge with my hands stuck up in the air. Hard to do without hands. I didn’t feel scared, but oddly guilty, kind of like I deserved to be caught. One of the guards was a woman, and she looked at me sadly and motioned with her rifle towards a building at the end of the field. During our walk she communicated with me, somehow, that I should walk with my head down, and that I should not speak. Her look communicated all that it needed…you should do these things, but in the end it won’t matter. At the end of the dream, I was in the building, my face to the wall, hands clasped in front of me, head slightly pointing downward, silent. I knew I was going to die, and soon at that, and wondered how it would feel.

Then I woke up, exactly one minute before my alarm was to go off. WTF? Am I feeling some collective guilt for the US’s actions?

On the up side, I’m not taking it too seriously. The dream before that one was of me working as an extra in an ultra low budget film being produced by Dino De Laurentis (of Conan the Barbarian, Flash Gordon, Conan the Destroyer, Maximum Overdrive fame). How do I know it was being produced by him? Why because I saw the credits, of course. So, I’m in the pivotal scene where we (we being the small handful of German spies during WWII coming to the US to…well, spy) are emerging from a submarine (which is comically small…waaaay to small to fit us all…think Naval clown car….Ha! A Clown sub!) Anyway, we’re about to go about our mission when I hear the Godzilla scream (you know the one), and we are attacked by a rubber Loch Ness Monster. God, my brain…I’ll never understand it.

On a depressing note, Mukasey is our new Attorney General. If (when?) things go terribly, terribly wrong (again), don’t blame W…blame Chuck Schumer and Diane Feinstein.

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