In my last post I mentioned I had a bizarre dream. For me to have an odd dream is nothing odd. I've had the Marshmallow Man chase me, seen a mob chase a cartoon superman and swam under water with my family while harvesting rice. So, taking all of that into consideration this dream really isn't that odd.
I have been watching the TV show Jericho - a show that portrays a small town America that has survived a wide scale nuclear attack in all major cities across the US. That TV show plus reading the blog my friends write who chronicle the events that are happening in Palestine where they are living created the following dream. If I could only create the fuzzy wavy lines like they do in TV shows to show the transition into a dream....
My family was on vacation in Florida which is kind of odd because we don't vacation together, especially on the other coast. While on vacation there were attacks carried out on the US. My family was stranded in a now hostile environment. Everyone was looking out for his best interest and helping tourists was not in their best interest. We had to be careful because my brothers were targets of the enemy and also sought out to be recruited as soldiers for 'our' side - even though I wasn't sure who the enemy was or who was on our side.
Our one goal was to get back home and since home was on the West Coast that goal was going to be very hard to accomplish. We had to prepare for our long and treacherous journey home so we started by obtaining food, namely protein. The only source of protein we could find in Florida was from alligators. My family is not the alligator wrestling type so we had to be pretty creative in capturing the deadly beasts. One of my brothers and I were in a tree trying to lasso the snout of an alligator; we made a slip knot and somehow managed to get it around the gator's snout. The more it struggled the tighter the knot became - so much that my brother was able to drag it closer to the tree. Once it was close enough someone from the tree would jump down and quickly hit writhing animal with a rock or took a swing with an axe (don't ask me where we managed to find an axe). We had to be fast because even being hit by the tail of the alligator could inflict serious harm. I don't know how many gators we killed but we managed to dry the meat and save enough for our long and dangerous trek home.
The walk home must have been uneventful because I only remember having a feeling of being on-guard on the walk home. The meat we ate from gators was enough for our trip. When we got to our house in Seattle there were squatters living in it. It was a dark cold place because there was no electricity. We couldn't get the squatters to leave because we were gone for so long (it isn't a quick journey on foot from one coast to the other when you have to stop and kill and cure your food source in a hostile land).
That's it. I woke up and thought about my friends living in a land that is occupied and invaded quite regularly and how I just watched a TV show about attacks on America.
Now it is 11 pm and we just watched the Illusionist. Ryan picked it out since I picked the last two and they were stinkers. We really enjoyed the Illusionist - we recommend watching it. We do not however recommend the highly acclaimed Little Miss Sunshine or Borat. I just did not get the humor in Little Miss Sunshine although my favorite character was Steve Carrel - the supposed crazy one of the whole bunch who actually seemed the most down to earth. Borat just made me cringe the entire time. It was painful to see how ignorant and hateful some people are when they think no one is looking or if they are talking to a sympathetic ear. Gag. Thank God for the fast forward button. That show was too much.
