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It wasn't a big orgy. Probably fewer than twenty people. It was kind of fun as long as the dream lasted, and then some children showed up, and I had to split. The scene I split to was very odd. It was about these huge pastures that had no animals in them. The grass in these pastures was manicured to the extreme. Me and this young dude walked and walked without really getting anywhere. Finally, in the dream, we came back to where we started, and it was getting dark. Nowheresville. It was light outside the window above my computer. I got outta bed.
Back before Obama got elected I wrote that he strutted around in a manner that reminded me of the newsreels of the Italian dictator Mussolini I used to see at the movie houses. Television hadn't arrived yet. I predicted that Obama would become a dictator even though I voted for him. I didn't understand how that might work for a while, but with the deliberate assassination of Bin Laden the picture is beginning to fill in. I suspect Obama wanted the world to know that he will kill you.
Now, it seems, the court systems are dictating that it's okay for the police to enter your house on the mere suspicion that you're smoking pot. Smoking pot is pretty much treated as a misdemeanor now, but reason enough to break the door of your house down and come in and rough up your family to show you who is boss. My prophesy is coming true. In a dictatorship, the police are the boss. No more "for the people, by the people".
I may be wrong, but it seems like the politicos are completely unconcerned about the debt crisis. The country's credit ain't no good. I know something about that situation. I've been in a crisis debt-wise for most of my life. It keeps me out of trouble. I can't buy things I don't need. It keeps friends and potential lovers away from me also.
There was a news bit about this guy who seems to be having a lot of success using hypnosis to get people to remember everything that ever happened to them. People are lining up, according to this report, by the hundreds to find out who and what they've been. I've been through this whole deal myself, and used hypnosis with people to get them to experience it too.
What I don't understand presently is why? Of what use is this great knowing? Nothing changes. Human beings still act like animals and kill each other just for sport. They still get sick of something and die. Either slowly and suffer or get hit by a Mack truck and get really sick really fast and die immediately. Does it really matter if the result is the same?
I just came in from laying in the sun. The weather report say it's gonna be cloudy and rain for the next couple of days. Since it is only partly cloudy now at mid-morning I figured that if I wanna get a big dose of vitamin D via my skin, I better get out there and do it while the sun is shining. The temperature is cool. Not ideal for getting naked and hoping the sun will be warm enough to offset the difference, but it happened like that anyway.
I've been laying out for around a month now. Not everyday. Not in the April showers that bring May flowers, but I'm beginning to get a good base tan now. It's not pretty. With my youthful subcutaneous fat underneath my skin evaporating more and more and the wrinkles showing up to provide shadows in streaks on the map of my skin, the suntan I'm getting is not like it used to be. All the scars of having lived a rough life for seventy two years show up. The white scar tissue don't tan. Nobody cares. I don't either.
I've always enjoyed laying down under an open sky. Both in the day and at night. I used to sleep out under the stars for months on end back when I lived the life of a homeless bum. In a way it's like meditation. I don't think about my daily problems when I'm flat on my back and looking up. Of course, I don't think of life's rewards in that position either. Maybe it's more like a vacation from abstract thought altogether.
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