Dream Premonition
Started: Wednesday, March 2, 2005 11:25
Finished: Wednesday, March 2, 2005 12:07
It was one of the trippiest hikes ever. The details fuzzed into a blur in my mind. chiptruth was there, along with a couple of other people. I know this because I remember hearing him talk in that soft yet urgent undertone as we neared the bottom of the mountain. Memory changed, and the mental history of it was revised. No more relatives anymore. No more parents. But no matter.
After a brief trek, we met up the others, and prepared to eat at the picnic table. These were the people. The people I knew. I didn't recognize all of their individual faces, although I did remember a few. But the group as a whole -- an entity -- would have been impossible to forget. I knew them. They were my people. We ate together at the picnic table, packing the benches from end to end.
Then I remembered what I had wanted to ask. Now was the time. I spoke up. "Do any of you know, or can you tell me -- What would be the best way to go about joining a group home? Or, if that can't be done (because maybe all the current ones are full), what's the best way to start one? You know, a place sort of like the Circle A Ranch. You know what I mean?"
They knew. They knew exactly. I had seen some of them around at the Ranch on some of my previous visits. One girl sitting across from me at the table -- I knew I had seen her there before, but I couldn't remember her name -- elected to answer.
"Yes, there's a lot of great places out there. One website where there's a really good directory is motherearth dot org. But there's a lot of other ways too."
I made a mental effort to keep the url in my memory. We continued to talk about the many advantages of such a lifestyle -- practical, emotional, economic -- and agreed on pretty much everything. Also a great way to coordinate activism. She noted to me that the official ruling bodies do not include it as a category in their released reports. It's as if our way of doing things is completely off the radar to them.
We finished eating, and I thought with amusement how the whole scene bore such a strong resemblence to Food Not Bombs. In fact, maybe it even was just that, in the wilderness. FNB in the mountains! I resolved that when I got back to town, I would seek out motherearth.org.
Mind still repeating the directive, I awoke without any external stimuli. After a moment, I realized what had just occurred. My dream state had given me a confirmation and a nudge on a vague plan I had decided upon a couple weeks ago, but had been putting off pursuing. (Out of hesitiation, fear, uncertainty... you name it.) I knew what I needed to do. No more delays.
I got up and went to the computer to document the dream. But before I did so, I looked up a url. I knew this part was almost certainly just the act of an overactive sleeping brain making things up, but why not take a look? Well, it looks like my brain could have done worse. The part about activism was right on.
In any case, I know what I need to do. Go to Food Not Bombs again, and instead of complacently hanging out, ask the same question I asked in the dream. If it turns out that there's nobody there -- as was the case last time I tried going in December, then keep seeking. Don't give up. Return to the Circle A Ranch, and see if there's anybody there who can tell me anything. If I find that it's now nothing but an abandoned ruins, assimilated into the infinate blandness of suburban expansion, then keep going, and seek out others. Travel to Washington and meet with Ran if all else fails. Whatever it takes. The point is, don't stop seeking. Don't give up. This is my imperative.
In other news, it seems that my fever, after taking a turn for the worse last night, has subsided, although I still have a headache right now. Having written my piece, I think I'm going to lie back down for a bit.