The awakening dream of freedom in a strange land.

                         THE AWAKENING DREAM OF FREEDOM

Some dreams have no purpose; or at least they seem to have no purpose. And so it is with a strange recurring dream I have from time to time. I fear this dream because it’s message is so hard for me to understand. And sometime when the dream is near it’s end I wake up wet from perspiration and screaming. It is not a nightmare because I am never in any danger or harm. But I am afraid of this dream because it always leaves me trembling, shaking, confused, disoriented, and wondering what does it mean.
    In the dream, which I will call “The Awakening Dream of Freedom”. I travel in a mythical land of bright skies, endless mountains and plains, many rivers, lakes, streams, valleys, trees, geysers, waterfalls, and horizons that never seem to end. The people in the dream are of many colors just as here on Planet Earth, and they are divided into artificial irrational groups call races. Yet they all appear to be human beings in face and form. There is a race group called Whites, and a race group called Blacks. There are many other designated race groups in the dream, but they do not seem to matter. In the dream I am the only person unwilling to accept this division of people into races, thus I  can move freely among them. The people in the dream never talk of problems between the races; and the national anthem of the  people in the dream is “Everyone Is Free!” In the dream I am trying to speak to them about all of the problems that I see, but they walk away from me; not because they are rude; they just don’t seem to see me, and when I speak of race, I become invisible to them. In the dream, I am  lost, and bewildered, because I cannot make them understand,  I cannot make them hear, and I cannot make them see!
    In this land of milk and honey, the White races rule supreme, in every hamlet, village, town, and city. But there are, or have been Negro Mayors, Colored Senators and members of the House of representatives, Black Governors; and there is even an African American man who is the president of the nation! And there are signs everywhere proclaiming everyone is free! In it’s constitution, freedom is proclaimed, and there is a bill of rights which dethrones tyranny, and puts freedom on a pedestal of democracy. In the dream I am standing in the middle of a large boulevard, in front of the White House where the president lives, shouting to all the people: “You are not free, this is all a dream don’t you understand, this is a dream, you are not free!” But they do not hear me, and they do not see me. They drive right past me in their Mercedes, BMW, Lexus, Roll Royce, Bentley and Cadillacs. I sometime  jump out of the way as they drive toward me at breakneck speed. Going right through the stop signs, the stop lights and right on red! They cannot hear me shouting as they walk past me at the airports. Making their way to the casinos, the river boats, and offshore island paradises of pleasure. They cannot hear me as they party down at the club; rake white powder into the nose and put strange needles into their skin. And all the while I am shouting “Stop! Stop! You are not free! This does not make you free”! They can not hear me in the churches when I am praying for them to wake up from their worships of false idols, superstitions, and false gods that keep them in a state of dream. They can not hear me screaming to them at the basketball, football, baseball, soccer, golf, and tennis games. When dressed in their gold jewelry, boat shoes, furs, and designer clothes they jump up and down, cheering the winning teams to victory. They cannot hear me when I am pleading with them to stop the destruction of the minds of their children. To at least let them wake up from this maddening dream. And they can not hear me when I cry out in unbelieving anguish at the wall to ceiling television screen, the sex organ shaped swimming pool, the booming CD system, insane metallic hip hop rap and hallucinating flashing lights, the snow white powder on squares of papers, in the game room of their million dollar homes, in city limit suburbs. They can not hear me when I shout out to them at the movie complexes in the malls as they watch with small children beside them, the endless slaughtering of human beings, in an endless orgy of sexual violence, brutality, gore and mayhem. They can not hear me when I scream out save the children! Please let them wake up! Please save the children! I am screaming, wet, burning hot, and shaking in the passion of my fight to awaken them from the dream. In my despair I suddenly feel the hand of my companion shaking me awake. She ask me is it the dream again? I answer, yes. She ask; are you alright, are you awake? I answer, yes. And then we ..........go back to sleep.