Weird Dream...

I sometimes have prophetic dreams. This is not something supernatural – but yes, go ahead and call me weird, I’m used to it… I generally have very vivid dreams, and remember them after waking up. I have a friend who says I am “lucid dreaming” because I am aware of the fact that I am dreaming, and have control over what’s going on, and my reactions to my dream environment. Regardless of how I dream, the important part is what I dream. My brain is wired in such a way that I pick up on subtle environmental clues – what people usually call “the handwriting on the wall” – and my subconscious processes it every night when I’m sleeping. So – the context and action in my dreams usually are caused by my brain making connections between disparate clues that I pick up on during the day.

This means that on a fairly regular basis, when I wake up I have an insight about something going on in my life, or in the world around me… and that on a fairly regular basis, some of these insights turn out to be right…

For those Harry Potter fans – it’s like having a pensieve.

So – for what it’s worth – I share with you the unusual dream I had last night…

It started out with me reading the newspaper while watching the TV. My house had some significant changes in décor, which indicated to me that it was a future location. Also – the newspaper said it was November of 2006. The TV news is covering a story about terrorist action in the US – there were no specifics about the action – in other words, it wasn’t an attack like 9/11, the news people were talking about how a terrorist ring had been infiltrated and a huge plan was foiled. They were showing on the news, video of suspects being arrested and carried off in police vans. An unusual element is that the majority of the suspects in this terrorist ring were not of Middle-East descent, the majority of them looked “American”.

There was an abrupt change of venue, and I’m sitting at dinner at my sister’s place, watching the election returns. My brother-in-law ranting about how the Democrats hadn’t made enough inroads this election, and my husband saying it was because everyone was so proud of the Bush administration having busted the terrorist ring. The Northeast and California generally elected Democrats, ousting incumbent republicans (Santorum was ousted at least! J), but the GOP gained additional seats in the South and Central states.

Another abrupt change of venue, and I’m getting a call from a friend’s mother, telling me that my friend, who is a political activist, was arrested under suspicion of being part of a terrorist cell, and that I needed to go to court to appear on my friend’s behalf as a character witness. She was apparently in D.C. at a protest (that I was supposed to be at too, but couldn’t get off from work) when a group she was with got arrested when they were having lunch at the Hard Rock Café nearby the Mall.

Yet another abrupt switch, and I’m attending a protest with my husband in tow, and my friend’s husband, protesting her and others’, arrests, the fact that they are being held indefinitely with no specific charges, and that friends and family of these “suspects” have been subject to extensive investigation by law enforcement.

There was a brief interlude where it was obvious that I was working for some campaign – though it wasn’t clear who the candidate was, or what office this person was seeking. I was talking with some random campaign worker – we were watching the debates on TV and rejoicing that the Democrats had finally found a voice after all of the GOP’s scratching away at our civil rights in the name of fighting terrorism.

The next scene was very disturbing, with me rushing to pick up my niece and nephew from daycare, because we don’t know where my sister and brother-in-law are. I had gotten a call from the daycare saying that the kids were still there after 6pm, and that no one had come for them, and that they couldn’t get a hold of mom & dad at any phone number. I ran up to get them and took them back to their house, and was watching TV while making dinner for the kids. There were terrorist attacks happening at multiple targets across the US. I went into another room to call my husband to tell him that we didn’t know where my siblings were, but that I had gotten the kids home and they were eating. I was trying to hide from them that we were worried about their parents. I spent a long time watching the TV coverage, which surprisingly, held no interest for the two munchkins, who kept playing on the floor, absolutely oblivious to what was going on. My dream was not specific as to what the “targets” were – but it was enough that traffic was snarled everywhere, and there were widespread panic. From my perspective it felt like the action was everywhere. The TV kept reporting new attacks every 20 minutes or so, and there were cities that hadn’t been attacked, but the panic level got so high, that riots broke out. The TV showed pictures of looting and gangs of people swarming the streets. After what seemed like several hours, my sister and brother-in-law got home – they had been swept up in terrible traffic, but were safe. After the panic and traffic had subsided in our area, my husband came over, and we spent the night at my sister’s – it made us all feel safer to be together.

The previous scene had apparently occurred about 1 week before Election Day, because this next venue was still at my sister’s home, but we were now all together watching the TV in absolute shock and horror. The government had decided to postpone the 2008 election, due to the widespread damage and panic of the recent terrorist attacks. The problem was not the delay – since it was generally agreed upon that many polling places were not in any state to organize and complete voting… The problem was that an alternative date was not set – the postponement was “indefinite”. We watched as the government also announced that in an emergency session they had repealed term limits so that we would be able to re-elect Bush to a third term. This was due to a “sense of urgency felt around the country” that we shouldn’t abruptly change leadership in the middle of this crisis. And, since the “crisis” might take a while to “abate”, we needed to allow for our governmental officials to remain in place, but an election to also take place at the same time (“we are still a democracy after all”).

The next scene was at my friend’s home – she apparently was let out of jail at some point, but my dream did not explain how or when. This was a political rally at her home the night of the 2008 elections – that ended up being held in January of 2009. We were watching with dismay Bush squeaking out a win by a very tiny margin in many key states. Bush wins, but at the same time there are tons of news stories about voting irregularities – and most of the election is considered contested until multiple recounts are completed.

An abrupt change of scene – we’re at my sister’s house again, and watching the news. It’s been several months past the election and the news is talking about new programs that the 3rd Bush administration is putting together. Despite the hotly contested election, and that may candidates, including the presidential opponent, have NOT conceded the race, the government is still operating as if Bush was the clear winner – swearing him in and all despite protests by election officials.

Another change of scene – and my husband and I are moving out of our house and onto a small farm we bought that is just outside of town. Apparently we were forced out of our neighborhood because of new programs that allow civic associations to choose who is allowed to live in a neighborhood… all in the name of creating a “community of character”. The associations are not allowed to discriminate on race – but they can discriminate on “lifestyle”, since the whole point is to gather a wholesome community and get rid of those who would not respect the desired character of the neighborhood. Our religious choices (being Jewish) put us in conflict with the stated ideals of the community. We purchased some land – an old farm that the owner didn’t want developed, and so only would sell to someone who promised to live there and keep it a farm. We couldn’t afford the entire parcel – so he was willing to sell us several acres of the property around the house and barn, and we would keep that as a small farm, and the rest he would sell to the University, and they would be using it to expand the campus.

A few months later – we’re welcoming my sister and her family onto the farm. The same thing happened to them in their community, and they had no place to go, since by that time, they could not find any neighborhood that would allow them to live there. They moved into our home, and we started construction on a separate house for them on the property, so that they would have their own space.

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-Emily