Friday, October 29, 2010

The Dream

Have you ever noticed how sometimes you don't realize you're dreaming? You think it's real. All of my dreams used to be like that, and I don't know precisely when I noticed anything different, but I came to be able to frequently distinguish dreams from reality. For example, I once found myself in bed with Beyonce and Shakira, and they were feeding me grapes and wine and there was a huge pile of gold coins that rose to the top of the 18 foot ceiling in a corner of my 4,000 square foot marble-floored bedroom. Then one of my 200 personal assistants announced that I had just been proclaimed Ruler of Planet Earth (for life). But it was all phony and I knew it, so I couldn't enjoy it, which was actually good, because imagine the disappointment on waking up from that one.

Somehow, though, I never realize it's just a dream when I have the winning lotto numbers in my hand and the jackpot is over $100 million. Now, that's a let down when I wake up and find I'm still living in what some observant individuals would call "squalor" and extreme poverty. Nevertheless, the dream of winning the lottery shall never die! (which reminds me, I've gotta buy some tickets later today, the drawing for the $150 million jackpot is tonight).

Dreams often occur in "real time", by which I mean, you are experiencing the dream world as if it was all taking place at the same speed as real life; a dream can go on for a long time, sometimes more than 30 minutes. However, I recently had an episode of what I would call "speed dreaming", where I would have what appeared to be a whole day of experience, and then wake up to find I'd only been asleep for 3 or 4 minutes. I even had a speed dream where I was Captain Kirk for an entire episode of Star Trek, and I held the alien babe in my arms and saved the Enterprise from certain destruction (with the usual help from Scotty), the whole nine yards, in just a couple of minutes.

But before waking up this morning, I had a regular old fashioned dream, one where it all occurred in normal time and I wasn't aware I was dreaming. I also had that big let down upon waking. I was even contemplating a blog post about it all while I was dreaming.

I was in a book store, and in walked President Obama. He was dressed in just a white shirt and tie (no, he was also wearing pants; it wasn't one of those dreams) and some Ron Paul supporters and other pro-liberty folks began engaging him in conversation. Obama began to admit his many mistakes while in office, and he promised to sign a bill getting Ron Paul's books, such as End the Fed, into the hands of every American. Then he said he would pull the troops out of Iraq and Afghanistan right away, that the wars would be over before we could say Jack Robinson (Jack Robinson was actually there in the bookstore listening to all this).

I personally got him to commit to ending the income tax and the drug war and abolishing the IRS and DEA, and to make plane travel pleasant again by getting rid of those assholes in the TSA. It was also revealed in my dream that Barack Obama was a Marine war hero, but that part didn't interest me. I want an anti-war hero in the White House, not a war "hero". And that reminds me that, while I didn't vote last time, I still wanted Obama to beat that little phony John McCain, who said during the 2008 campaign: "I will not accept from Senator Obama, who did not feel it was his responsibility to serve our country in uniform, any lectures on my regard for those who did."

How is it a "responsibility" to go die on some foreign battlefield in an imperial war of aggression that has nothing to do with defending the actual home territory of the United States? And just how does that "serve" anyone, except the military-industrial complex? The real Obama deserves credit in my book for only one thing, keeping that neocon jerk out of the White House (though George W. Bush deserves most of the credit).

Anyway, I was just starting to take notes for this morning's blog post when I woke up. I know the things Obama promised in my dream are an impossible dream, but if he'd only lived up to his anti-war lies when he was lying for votes in 2008, I'd be supporting him right now and shouting "four more years, four more years!"

Alas, it is not to be. Hey, but I still might win the lottery!

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