Gaillo
30th May 2011, 10:06 PM
I've been weighing whether or not to post this for most of the day - finally decided that it's really no big deal, so here goes:
Had another dream last night - it seems like every 2 or 3 months I have a dream SO clear and vibrant it's completely indistinguishable from reality. There is typically an emotional component as well, I wake up KNOWING that I've experienced something unique and profound! The last dream of this kind I had related to the price of Silver, I saw it closing just short of $40 per ounce, back when it was actually selling for around $34 per ounce... within a week or so it reached $40, to my immense (lack of)surprise.
Anyway, last night I took a dream "trip" to Haiti. I was there, and just KNEW it was Haiti for some reason, "remembered" traveling there and ordering a daquiri or something. I was walking down a street, and noticed that all the houses had big chunks of outer wall missing, replaced by mud, tin cans, tarps, and (on the occasional "nice" house) corrugated steel roofing nailed on. The roofs were in even WORSE repair, many of which had been "repaired" with car hoods and side windows, and sometimes (in the poorer sections of town) straw/hay mixed with animal dung.
I turned the corner. I recognized a woman I know, she was arguing with her mother about dividing the property to share with her (worthless drug addicted) sister. She was telling the mother that they could barely grow enough food to survive on the property as it was, if they divided it up they would starve. The mother replied that it was "only fair" that the sister got "her fair share", and that she would go to COURT to make sure the other daughter got her half. The sister arguing opened up a corn cob and there were nothing but stickel-burr weeds inside.
I walked down the street further, and saw a guy I haven't seen since High School. He was always a "nerd" type, wore glasses and nobody liked him because he wasn't into sports, debate/student council, or any of the other "popular" clubs. He was the only person I saw who looked like he was doing well - he had nice clothes and looked well fed and happy. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was fixing cars and appliances - mostly in trade for food and building/repair materials.
While I was talking to him, another memory from high school walked out of a nearby house. She was a once-pretty (but currently rather haggard looking) woman who I recognized as the "popular" girl who was into cheerleading, social circle popularity stuff, and elected as the homecoming queen. She wore a sign (about 1 foot square) around her neck that said "$10 Lease". The guy I was talking with squinted through his thick glasses at her, as she was smiling at him, and he said "Sio Leesa - what a lovely name!". I looked at him with disbelief and said "Man... don't you recognize her? It's Angelina! Her name isn't Sio - she's advertising that she's "available" for $10 - she's a hooker!". He did a double-take, realized what was going on, and walked away very fast. She stared at me looking really annoyed, shot me a dirty look, and walked back into her house.
I walked further down the street, and saw a house with a shiny "new" wrapped up car with light bar on the top. A young Mexican man walked out of his house and beamed proudly as he admired his new car, wrapped in cellophane with a bow on top. It had "police" emblems on the doors. Everyone else in the neighborhood was avoiding him... and his family were leaving out the side door with packed bags. as I passed by, I noticed the paint job on the car was peeling, and that the "new" car was an old P.O.S. made up to look fancy with detailing, but the rust was showing through. I tried to tell him that his car was actually an old pile of crap, that he had lost his family and the support of his community for nothing, but he turned rapidly with a scowl and ran into the house to make a phone call. I realized he was alerting authorities as to a potential "terrorist", and ran.
Final stop - I turned one last corner and noticed an old run-down house with about 25 people on the porch - all of them looked suspicious and several of them were running/hiding with something in their hands as I approached. I saw a freshly dug grave in the front yard, the property's previous owner I realized.
A voice in my head said: "They are building their fortress mansions - their paradise on earth. When they are finished, they'll get back to dealing with all this - in the meantime they are letting the problem take care of itself. They don't need to do much - just let you all tear each other apart. When it's time, they'll send in the mop-up crews - and they will meet with no resistance, everyone will be busy starving and trying to stay out of the gutter".
I woke up - and realized that I had not been to Haiti - I had been to America.
EDIT: Fixed some REALLY shitty spelling... tried to type all of this WAY too fast! ::)
Had another dream last night - it seems like every 2 or 3 months I have a dream SO clear and vibrant it's completely indistinguishable from reality. There is typically an emotional component as well, I wake up KNOWING that I've experienced something unique and profound! The last dream of this kind I had related to the price of Silver, I saw it closing just short of $40 per ounce, back when it was actually selling for around $34 per ounce... within a week or so it reached $40, to my immense (lack of)surprise.
Anyway, last night I took a dream "trip" to Haiti. I was there, and just KNEW it was Haiti for some reason, "remembered" traveling there and ordering a daquiri or something. I was walking down a street, and noticed that all the houses had big chunks of outer wall missing, replaced by mud, tin cans, tarps, and (on the occasional "nice" house) corrugated steel roofing nailed on. The roofs were in even WORSE repair, many of which had been "repaired" with car hoods and side windows, and sometimes (in the poorer sections of town) straw/hay mixed with animal dung.
I turned the corner. I recognized a woman I know, she was arguing with her mother about dividing the property to share with her (worthless drug addicted) sister. She was telling the mother that they could barely grow enough food to survive on the property as it was, if they divided it up they would starve. The mother replied that it was "only fair" that the sister got "her fair share", and that she would go to COURT to make sure the other daughter got her half. The sister arguing opened up a corn cob and there were nothing but stickel-burr weeds inside.
I walked down the street further, and saw a guy I haven't seen since High School. He was always a "nerd" type, wore glasses and nobody liked him because he wasn't into sports, debate/student council, or any of the other "popular" clubs. He was the only person I saw who looked like he was doing well - he had nice clothes and looked well fed and happy. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was fixing cars and appliances - mostly in trade for food and building/repair materials.
While I was talking to him, another memory from high school walked out of a nearby house. She was a once-pretty (but currently rather haggard looking) woman who I recognized as the "popular" girl who was into cheerleading, social circle popularity stuff, and elected as the homecoming queen. She wore a sign (about 1 foot square) around her neck that said "$10 Lease". The guy I was talking with squinted through his thick glasses at her, as she was smiling at him, and he said "Sio Leesa - what a lovely name!". I looked at him with disbelief and said "Man... don't you recognize her? It's Angelina! Her name isn't Sio - she's advertising that she's "available" for $10 - she's a hooker!". He did a double-take, realized what was going on, and walked away very fast. She stared at me looking really annoyed, shot me a dirty look, and walked back into her house.
I walked further down the street, and saw a house with a shiny "new" wrapped up car with light bar on the top. A young Mexican man walked out of his house and beamed proudly as he admired his new car, wrapped in cellophane with a bow on top. It had "police" emblems on the doors. Everyone else in the neighborhood was avoiding him... and his family were leaving out the side door with packed bags. as I passed by, I noticed the paint job on the car was peeling, and that the "new" car was an old P.O.S. made up to look fancy with detailing, but the rust was showing through. I tried to tell him that his car was actually an old pile of crap, that he had lost his family and the support of his community for nothing, but he turned rapidly with a scowl and ran into the house to make a phone call. I realized he was alerting authorities as to a potential "terrorist", and ran.
Final stop - I turned one last corner and noticed an old run-down house with about 25 people on the porch - all of them looked suspicious and several of them were running/hiding with something in their hands as I approached. I saw a freshly dug grave in the front yard, the property's previous owner I realized.
A voice in my head said: "They are building their fortress mansions - their paradise on earth. When they are finished, they'll get back to dealing with all this - in the meantime they are letting the problem take care of itself. They don't need to do much - just let you all tear each other apart. When it's time, they'll send in the mop-up crews - and they will meet with no resistance, everyone will be busy starving and trying to stay out of the gutter".
I woke up - and realized that I had not been to Haiti - I had been to America.
EDIT: Fixed some REALLY shitty spelling... tried to type all of this WAY too fast! ::)