Thursday, July 23, 2009
the WORST dream
I have a lot of vivid and fun dreams, and you hear about some of them. Oooph, last night everything collapsed, a la The Road Warrior or like Cormac McCarthy's The Road or any number of nightmare-society-has-collapsed stories.
In this case, it was only day 2. People everywhere were dead and militias made up of rednecks and aggressive types with weapons were looking for suvivors. On my way out of town I passed a child who needed help and I did not help, I passed a woman who needed help and I didn't stop, I was just too scared.
I was holed up in a house gathering some supplies and met up with a like minded friend to run with but when I went out to check the car I was alone and trying to play possum when a car full of .... yes, that was when I awoke, and my heart beating so fast that I can see how somebody could die in their sleep--of terror.
But I didn't, and I am fine of course, and some people think that a scenario like this is likely. Maybe not very possible at all, because all of us are invested in our work, family, and homes, but society and civility is tissue thin, isn't it?
Posted by Gary's third pottery blog at 5:50 AM