To sleep: perchance to dream…

It’s Two Cents Tuesday. 

I’ll make this short.  (At least I’ll try.)

I watched the presidential debate last night.  I went to sleep and had crazy dreams.  As dreams are, they are hard to fully recover upon waking, but the prevailing memory was that I was part of a group of people, that I discovered was duping and stealing from their own members.  In the dream, I found out the lead female had distracted me and stolen money from my purse.  The lead male had stolen someone’s phone (or iPod) while folks weren’t looking (I guess there’s no escaping Apple’s presence.)

But the crux of the dream was that I confronted these two offenders.  Letting them know, in no uncertain terms that I was on to them – that I knew of their manipulations and deceptions and that I was going to move heaven and earth and tell everyone I knew of their wrongdoings.  I was mad.

Now what does all this mean?  Who knows really.  I’m sure there are lots of dream weavers out there who could explain the symbolism and such, but my immediate thought was the tie-in with the debate.

I think a lot of us are mad at where our country stands.  We are feeling misled and misunderstood.  We can’t discern who’s telling the truth and who isn’t.  The political spin is making our heads spin.

My confrontation with the offenders in my dream was clear – it’s my inner voice wanting to tell those in “power” that I’m not happy with the way things are being handled – that I don’t trust their actions – and that they aren’t pulling the wool over my eyes.  It’s this internal cause and battle I’m waging – wanting to protect myself and the world.

The truth is, I/we don’t know the candidates personally.  I know they are human too…and that they feel all the same pressures and worries and fears the rest of us do.  They have hearts – and despite my fears, I do believe at their core lies a good, decent person, just wanting to do better by our country.  I don’t think malice has any place here.

I don’t have the answers.  All I know is I feel the need, probably like so many of us, to speak up and state very clearly, we are tired of that gut feeling that something isn’t right.  That someone, somehow, is taking advantage of us.  We want that to go away…I know I do.

My fears are real but I have unending hope that things will get better.  Either that or perhaps I just need a new pillow. – BB