I HAD A DREAM

Being very tired and sleepy, I went to bed and had an extremely restless night.

I began to dream. I never woke up, but I wasn’t in a deep sleep. The strange thing was in my dream, I dreamed I was sleeping, and when I awoke I was in a third world country. The infrastructure was destroyed with; no power, no TV, no transportation, and very little food. My pockets were full of money, but it wasn’t enough to buy a soda cracker.

I was dismayed, “how did I get here? Where was I?” I didn’t recognize anything; I just walked around in a daze, and there weren’t any familiar faces, suddenly I was seized with fear. All I had was unanswered questions.

After some time, I saw an old man, who seemed harmless, and I got up the nerve to ask him what country this was? There was an incredulous look upon his face at first. Haltingly he said, “Why this is America of course!“

As he started to leave, I touched his arm and asked him what year it was. His answer was, “It is the year 2030,” as he unsteadily walked away.

This was America? This was my hometown? A closer look at some of the buildings revealed some old signs, yes a few things I remembered. I was at home; I haven’t traveled to some other country. This is where I lived all my life. All the questions started to pour in; how, what, it can’t be, yet it is?

After my mind settled down I remembered a story I read when I was a kid, called Rip Van Winkle. All at once I knew what had happened to me. I had been asleep or in a state suspended animation for 20 years. That had to be it, but this explanation only raised many more questions!

The first question was; what happened to this country? I searched my mind for the last thing I could remember. I remembered an election where the country was changing to a neo socialist agenda, and people were clamoring for open borders for immigrants, and where the government was the only employer, and nobody wanted to work because the government would give you more money for not working.

Then it dawned upon me! What I now see is the result of following a system based upon philosophical unsoundness, and we fell for it hook-line-and-sinker.

I awoke with a start, and found myself soaking wet from the trauma of the dream, and wondered if the dream was a precursor of things to come.