To see original description below, click "SHOW MORE" (aka Man's True Nature) I haven't had nightmares in a LONG time. The last two nights I've had what could be classified as such. Last night's was particularly vivid. We were down near the area of Milwaukee where I used to live. We were driving through a part of town on the North side that definitely qualifies as ghetto. Apparently, the infrastructure of the U.S. had collapsed and everything had descended into chaos. We (my wife and I, apparently trying to make it back to our kids) were travelling in a low flying "bus" (seemed like a bus but flew like a plane at the speed of a bus and low to the ground--- hey, it was a dream, right?) down a residential street. It was complete carnage. Houses were in flames, there were tires burning in the road. People looting each others homes. Gun shots all over. Every block or so we passed the disturbing scenes of groups numbering from five to about fifty people that were attacking individuals and smaller groups with whatever they could get their hands on--- bats, sticks, bottles, tire irons. Neighbor against neighbor, neighborhood against neighborhood. Savagely beating each other to death. Truly barbaric. The "bus" was not stopping to pick up passengers. It was clear that this, being the most economically-deprived area, had "gone to the dogs" first and that, while things were getting bad all over, there were still places where the blood was not yet flowing in the streets. The bus apparently was heading for a grocery store in the somewhat more affluent suburb up the road. When we made it to the grocery store, the place was a mad house. People were rushing around, clawing each other for the last few goods on the shelves. Somehow we got some lunch meat and a bag of bread and went through a door into a back room where we were able to put together sandwiches undisturbed. Seemed like we hadn't eaten in days. (A strange sort of dream to be having right after feasting for Thanksgiving!) A buddy of mine that I used to rent from when I lived down there showed up out of nowhere (as people tend to do in dreams), armed with a machete. At first he acted like he was going to hack me up for my sandwich! I must've shared it with him, however, because he gave us a ride in his "monster truck" (he had a big Chevy that sat about four feet off the ground back in the day) back to where our kids were. The way things were escalating when we got back outside, we were pretty glad to be in a big truck, let me tell ya! I woke up shortly thereafter, like you do just before you die in your dream. Definitely pretty unsettling, and a little too realistic. May God have mercy on us all if anything like complete economic/infrastructure collapse happens. "...every man's sword shall be against his brother." Ezekiel 38:21b All sampled media used under fair use policy. Movie clips from: "The Road" "Children of Men" "Gray State" Song: "Epitaph" by King Crimson from their 1969 "In the Court of the Crimson King" album. Lyrics: The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back And laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back And laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

• published: 29 Nov 2014
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