Had nightmare of being imprisoned. Used the words ‘battery’ and 'terror’ in an email last evening.

[havocmom]

The email context: To my brother, telling him of what was wrong with my daughter’s car and also that our sister’s good mood was over and she was a ‘terror’ again of late. Innocent remarks, and typical of my style of writing to family. But I was born in America, so my writing is often flippant and filled with word play. Generally, the word play is deliberate and amusing to kith and kin.

But am I still in America? Woke from a bad dream a bit ago and find I am unable to get back to sleep. There is a history of prescient dreams among the females of my clan.

In my recent dream, I had been thrown in prison for no explainable reason. All sorts of strange circumstances were preventing my scheduled court appearances and formal charges. Finally, several of us prisoners and a few of our guards were involved in a near fatal accident. It made the guards really question what they had been told about us all.

The dream kept on going. Usually one wakes up at the part of the near fatal experience. Not this time. In this dream, the guards took the few of us to a place that was not in the plan of their superiors. The guards needed to buy a bit of time to think things through and understand what nearly happened, which actually was no accident. But I knew there was nothing they could do to save us, or themselves. I knew we were going to be killed and no one would ever know the truth.

It was a very frightening dream.

There was another dream earlier, and it might relate to those innocent remarks in that email to my brother last evening. In that dream, I said something to my husband and it hurt his feelings, just a bit. In that dream he said. “Do you know what you just said?” He was so sad and so serious. That was all there was to that dream. “Do you know what you just said?” It was the accusation of my id made to my ego. 'You got us in deep shit with your careless language now, Bozo!'

Am I in America? Is this the America of my birth and formative years? Why did I have bad dreams and upon waking, realize they were from fear that two words used in an email to my brother may have tripped a machine that would alert men with dark suits and hearts that I was a possible threat to their twisted world view?

I do not fear dark men far away. Men who pray to the same God as my neighbors, but through a method taught by a different prophet. Those men do not give me concern.

I do fear men who wear dark and serve the god of profit, men whose only true belief is power.

I woke in terror because I used that very word. I woke in a place that is foreign to me.

Should I go missing, it would be something if one or two of you noticed. It would be good to have you wonder. If someone would send a message my daughter, that would be a kindness. Someone tell tom_paine to use common sense.

I was born in America and grew up playing with words.

Dear friends, dear God, where am I now that realizing what I said about my daughter’s car and sister’s behavior should give me night terrors?

[hootinholler]

1. Keep checking in, I'm watch far ya Mom.

:hug:

-Hoot

[havocmom]

2. Thanks, Hoot

We just got a van too. Figure men in black know that. And that probably makes us dangerous. Think of all the fliers, leaflets and books I can haul now!

Being paranoid does not preclude them really being curious. ;) Keep thinking of my ol high school US History teacher, Ben Odum, who was OSS in WWII and at the beginning of that agency's morph into CIA.
He told us 'If you learn NOTHING else from me, learn this: the government is NOT your friend'

That was a long time ago. I really hope ol 'Big Ben' has not lived to see America today. He heart was already breaking back in the 60s.

[hootinholler]

5. I think Agent Mike already knows that when they come to round us up...

He better get me in the first load.

-Hoot

[havocmom]

6. Remind me to tell you of the remote roads I sometimes travel

and the strange place I saw recently on one such highway in the middle of nowhere...

A place that looked a lot like a high-tech chicken farm, but smaller in total facility while the buildings were larger than for hens. All hooked up to windmills for energy and so, off the known grid.

[0007]

3. Egads! I think you should start writing poems about yore

dreams. Do you paint?

[havocmom]

4. Paint? Me? LOL

Couldn't work crayons in grade school. 'tis why my teacher gave me a pen and told me to write. ;)

Read something recently about the average dream lasting just about 30 seconds. Fell over laughing. Mine can go on in detail for a very long time.

And sometimes, dreams come true :scared:

[Summer93]

7. Thanks for telling us that

I just recently heard on the news about a man who was arrested because during the encounter with a ticket agent I had the strange feeling that what he said to them was sarcasm, maybe it was how he was holding his face. It was stated what he said in the news article,but like others I am increasingly aware of what I put into print.

[havocmom]

8. "...I am increasingly aware of what I put into print." Yep

and it's fucking sad, isn't it.

The hijackers didn't hate us for our freedom, but cheney/bush sure as hell do. And they have made us less free, less safe, less worthy, less America.