Wednesday, February 8, 2017

WHAT Is Going On?


The rain and wind have passed, leaving the sky gray and the air heavy but with its own beauty.

I have been having the most cinematic dreams lately. The one I had this morning was absolutely undefinable to me as to where it may have come from. In it, I was lost in a big city and a seemingly kind lady offered to give me a ride to where I needed to be but instead, took me (and somehow one of my brothers was now with me) to her house where her evil husband resided and it soon became apparent that the entire house was filled with monster-like family members and that my brother and I were to be made sacrifices of and tortured, and more and more people kept showing up for the ceremony.
They were toying with us, as we pretended we had no idea what was going on, meanwhile trying to get a phone call out for help, and at one point, the evil husband fell down the stairs and appeared to be dead and I said, "Oh my god! Should I call 911?" and the wife looked at me in such a way that I knew this was part of the act and the man slowly opened his eyes and laughed.
BUT! Not to worry! Because when he finally came after me, I struck out and my hand went right through his face and suddenly, it was Zombie Apocalypse!
And these zombies were easily deterred by punching them and my hand and arm went through all of them (which was a most bizarre feeling) somehow disabling them and then we were in a mall and there were zombies everywhere and I grew weary of the zombie struggle but there were just so many!
How this ended up I do not know because I finally woke up. I knew it was a dream while I was having it and even as I was dreaming I wondered why in the world I would be dreaming of zombies which trust me- are not something I spend a lot of time thinking about. The only zombie movies I've ever seen, I think, are "Shaun of the Dead" and "Zombieland."
I do not watch "The Walking Dead" although Lily is a huge fan.

Perhaps this is how I'm dealing with the present situation which is what I'm choosing to call what's going on in our country right now which is no more rational or understandable than having a dream about zombies who hold sacrificial ceremonies in which torture is involved.

In my own very real life (I think) I am surrounded by things like flowering redbuds and camellias, birdsong, gray sky, an orange cat walking across the backyard and lovely hens.


Here you see Dottie, Trixie, and Butterscotch.
I have already received one beautiful green egg from Camellia and I much prefer this world to the dream world although I have to admit that it's an interesting world and I am quite surprised to find that my brain holds anything like what it must take to put that world together as I sleep.


14 comments:

  1. A zombie apocalypse is a perfectly apt metaphor for the current Republican party. I just read somewhere that we should not attribute all these actions being taken only to the president but to the entire Republican party so that they will understand they are being tied to these policies and bear responsibility for them. The same thing (which I declined to copy to my fb wall, although I was tempted, but one cannot keep screeching at the choir) also said do not call his name, kinda like Voldemort, but even thought I actually hate saying or writing his name, I'm not sure about the reasoning behind that and would like to enlightened.

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  2. In my opinion, not calling his name is some sort of twisted magical thinking. It is what it is, as painful as it is to contemplate.
    (Note I did not use his name.)

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  3. When I started reading about your dream, I immediately thought of the political situation in this country. Ironically enough, the morning after the election I posted a photo on my blog from the first episode of The Walking Dead, the one where Rick Grimes has just woken up in a deserted hospital, and is wandering around looking dazed wondering what the hell has happened. That's how I felt that morning!

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    1. I completely understand what you're saying. Maybe I'm trying to comfort myself by believing that the zombies (government) are so easily shown to be harmless.
      Which I wish they were.

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  4. Your storms ended up here on the Gulf Coast about 1:30 this morning. Between a 12-year-old dog who needs to either pace or sit on my lap during storms (have I mentioned that she weighs 40+ lbs.?) and an exceptionally tired hubby whose snoring got on my last nerve, I fell asleep on the couch. I didn't get much sleep, so don't recall any dreams. Unfortunately, our awake life is more of a nightmare than we can conjure in our sleep....

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    1. We had a Borzoi a long time ago. She hated for other dogs to sniff her. Yes, a dog the size of a pony trying to hide behind me so the other dogs would leave her alone lol
      As to the Other Thing - every 4 years there is a dither over who won what .. or who lost ... We will get through the next 4 years and be fine. We just have to look forward and not fall into a self pitying mood.

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    2. I used to have a boxer who always hated storms. She would take off and run during them, probably trying to find a place where there were no storms.
      Which of course, was fruitless. Bless her heart.
      I hope you get some sleep tonight.

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    3. Well, I hope you're right. The potential for this administration to absolutely destroy the planet is pretty large though. Which is what keeps me up at night.

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  5. Last night I had a dream about someone I haven't seen in 35 years. I don't recall thinking about him in just as long.

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    1. Our brains remember everything.
      Why can't we?

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  6. Thankfully, I have been able to not dream about Politics.
    Hearing about them night and day and now I guess for 4 years, is all I can cope with.
    And the easiest to cope with, I don't listen to the news about politics and I don't read the articles wherever they are.
    It is boring already, it happened, there is nothing we can do about it but get through it ... worse things have happened in the world .. I try to keep some perspective .. :)

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  7. Ever try writing science fiction?

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    1. Well, I sort of did when I wrote the story, "Into The Light". I love science fiction and have since I was a child.

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  8. Okay, that is a crazy dream! I'm sure a Freudian analyst could have a field day with that one. (What is a "field day," anyway?? I've heard that term all my life and suddenly, as I typed it, I wondered where it comes from...)

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