I had this long, complicated dream the other night that has stuck in my mind ever since, although, sadly, big chunks of it have drifted away.
It seems that the government was collecting all past information from all people. Everyone was required to go through all past communications or data, even drawings, diary writings and so on, and submit this collection to the authorities.
Naturally, people were hurriedly making a point of getting rid of anything "incriminating", so to speak. Anything they would not want seen. The goal was to be as anonymous as possible.
As it happened, however, I had entrusted my stepson from my second marriage with this task, only to find that he had discorded nothing at all. Everything had been sent to the authorities. And there were things that would likely get me into trouble.
Victor and Werner, for instance. These were two stuffed bears that my son had as a little boy. I would make up all kinds of stories about this bears. Stories that were not necessarily politically correct. Werner, for instance, was a nazi. Why? I don't know. He just looked kind of like a nazi. We would pin old World War Two medals to Werner and have him talk with a German accent, and so on. There were also stories I had written about the bears - comics that would sometimes include swastikas and such like.
The point, I think, was to play Werner, who was extreme, a bit of a tyrant, against Victor, who was meek and kind.
But of course the authorities were not likely to understand this.
And there was more. I can't remember exactly what; but, you know, love letters, and angry letters, and x-rated letters, and so on.
And all this had been submitted to the government by my stepson. Good grief.
Next in the dream, and somehow connected, was the necessity for everyone to receive a tattoo. This seemed to be some kind of mass innoculation. You went to an official tattoo center and were able to choose your tattoo, as well as the location -- arm, chest, leg, what-have-you.
I chose an eye, and had it placed at the base of my spine.
A third eye at the base of my spine. That seems significant, although I'm not sure why.
I've been thinking of that third eye ever since, and a certain phrase has entered my mind. It is the eye which sees what the others do not want to see.
It seems that the government was collecting all past information from all people. Everyone was required to go through all past communications or data, even drawings, diary writings and so on, and submit this collection to the authorities.
Naturally, people were hurriedly making a point of getting rid of anything "incriminating", so to speak. Anything they would not want seen. The goal was to be as anonymous as possible.
As it happened, however, I had entrusted my stepson from my second marriage with this task, only to find that he had discorded nothing at all. Everything had been sent to the authorities. And there were things that would likely get me into trouble.
Victor and Werner, for instance. These were two stuffed bears that my son had as a little boy. I would make up all kinds of stories about this bears. Stories that were not necessarily politically correct. Werner, for instance, was a nazi. Why? I don't know. He just looked kind of like a nazi. We would pin old World War Two medals to Werner and have him talk with a German accent, and so on. There were also stories I had written about the bears - comics that would sometimes include swastikas and such like.
The point, I think, was to play Werner, who was extreme, a bit of a tyrant, against Victor, who was meek and kind.
But of course the authorities were not likely to understand this.
And there was more. I can't remember exactly what; but, you know, love letters, and angry letters, and x-rated letters, and so on.
And all this had been submitted to the government by my stepson. Good grief.
Next in the dream, and somehow connected, was the necessity for everyone to receive a tattoo. This seemed to be some kind of mass innoculation. You went to an official tattoo center and were able to choose your tattoo, as well as the location -- arm, chest, leg, what-have-you.
I chose an eye, and had it placed at the base of my spine.
A third eye at the base of my spine. That seems significant, although I'm not sure why.
I've been thinking of that third eye ever since, and a certain phrase has entered my mind. It is the eye which sees what the others do not want to see.
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