12-24-14
I'm driving my car along a suburban street similar to the one I grew up on in Connecticut. I take a detour and go along a river road when I encounter two freshly killed bodies floating in a flooded area along the road. The bodies are of two men with blood coming from their mouths and throats. Then I see authoritarian figures picking up another body to examine it and I'm horrified and turn around and go back.

I keep thinking should I tell about what I've witnessed? I fear for my life for I've seen something I should have not seen.

I end up at a place of employment with co-workers milling about doing their usual stuff. The place is some kind of investigative journalism office but what I do here isn't clear. I approach the head journalist to tell her that I saw something horrible and fear repercussions if I reveal it. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. I'm disappointed with her reaction and tell her so. "If you people did your jobs, there would be no need for people like me!"

Then I overhear a conversation from two men in the office about murders happening all across the country of law enforcement officials--cops, agents, etc. That's when I speak up and tell them I drove by some bodies on my way here. They say "Let's go" and we end up going back to the scene of the crime.

Now we see several more bodies laid out in rows. They range from men in suits to a young police officer in her blue uniform. I'm amazed and horrified that individuals (presuming there was more than one attacker) were able to take down so many so easily. Some of the bodies didn't appear that bloodied or mutilated.

Then I'm with these same two guys and we're going into a school to do a report on a choir practice. Everything seems like business as usual except for one thing---one of the guys is also simultaneously doing a report about a crime. He shows me someone's bank statement on a computer and it says Walmart $250.00. He tells me write it down. I ask "Was it payment to Walmart or taken from Walmart?" He says "What does it matter? Just write it down." So I did.

Then we head to hear a choir practice and I'm glad I have a job.

End

there's a lot going on with this dream and it's the first time in a long time I've had such a vivid dream with such disturbing imagery, especially one so emotionally packed. I go from fear, to disgust, to compliance.

I think what inspired it in part is here in the United States, there has been a lot of news coverage about shootings and possible terrorist attacks. The U. S. media uses fear to sell ratings. In our media right now, it's the scary black man that gets attention. White people with guns who go on shooting sprees and threaten government officials are just crazy lone wolves and not part of a trend (when in reality it's just the opposite). But have one black man kill two cops and suddenly it's an uprising!

When it's not fear of black people uprising, it's fear of radical Muslims and atheists. I kid you not! The latter especially makes me laugh seeing I myself am an atheist. Most of our politicians and school board members in the country are professed Christians. And of course the pundits on the right wing network FOX.

Choir practice conjures up the 'good' image of Christianity. Is your dream about hyporcrisy, perhaps?

That may be part of it. Our politics is full of hypocrisy. U.S. politicians, especially the radical right, claim that we're a "Christian nation" and beat the drums of fear and intolerance whenever there's a type of terrorist attack involving Muslims, but go silent on any type of terrorist violence perpetrated by radical Christians.