A quick one tonight. I need some sleep.
On a Frank Davis post, Rose mentioned that she dreams chaotic dreams, and surmised that the reason for those dreams is because she spends a lot of time trying to cope with the CERTAINTY displayed by tobacco control when she knows that there is no such certainty at all.
I also have such dreams. I describe them as labyrinthine. That is, in the nature of a maze.
My dreams, again and again, feature devastated landscapes. Sometimes, the devastated landscape features the surrounds of a worked-out coal mine. The surrounds is a landscape of a black quagmire which can suck bodies into it. But that dream is now an ancient one. More recently, the chaotic dreams have flowed around uncertainties. For example, I dream that I have parked my car somewhere on a street near the place that I have attended. The streets are not familiar to me and I search and search to find my car. I never find it.
Another similar dream is that I am searching streets to find some place. I search and search, but cannot find the place. Further, I do not know what the place is. I just search and search.
Another is that I am trying to find my way across a wilderness of mud and rocks. I find paths, but these paths never go anywhere out of the wilderness.
Another is that my car mysteriously disappears. I search and search and find it in a garage workshop. It has been taken apart. All the parts of the car are spread all over the workshop. I come to an agreement with the workers to put it back together, but nothing ever happens.
There are other variations, but they all come down to the same thing – an impasse.
What do we note about the dreams?
It is that one’s mind, in sleep, is trying to make sense of all the contradictory stuff which it has had to deal with during that day. If a person just goes about working and living, he will not have such dreams. Only those people who try to find ways to overturn anti-social, eugenicist, totalitarian, fascist, one-size-fits-all, edicts will have such dreams.
I am about to go to bed. As I settle down, I might just imagine people like Glantz, Chapman and co being before a firing squad. At least the likely consequent dream might consist of scenes of these people going to the guillotine. Firing squads are so ‘yesterday’ – they kill indiscriminately (if you know what I mean). A nicely sliced off head is soooo much to be preferred.
Off I go – “to sleep – perchance to dream…”