Mar 29 2002
Dream!
I was with a group of people from around the world gathered in a room in some place that felt like Geneva. We were there for some ill-defined and not very important reason. Most people were in their 30s and the setting was casual–no suits. There were perhaps 25 or 30 of us.
I looked out the window and down at the security guard in the parking lot. He had a really nasty-looking machine gun flung over his shoulder, which I thought was a bit much. He was also acting strangely, like the crazy people you see on the Metro who talk to themselves and seem to think they are elsewhere. After a few minutes, some other guards took the machine gun from him and lead him away.
Back in the room, some tiny and whithered old guy was going around whispering to people. Apparently he was explaining what had just happened in the parking lot, but was doing so in hushed tones so as not to alarm anyone.
I never got to hear his story though, because someone in the room stood on a chair and began hurling self-serving and hateful rhetoric towards some ethnic group–Hindus I think. He was going on angrily about how evil the Hindus were and about all the people they were going to kill if we didn’t do something–such as kill them first.
I’d had enough, so I shouted at him “We’re all guilty of something.” Then “Who here is innocent? Who among us is completely innocent?”
At that, a parade started, and everyone started singing and going down a hallway. Someone hoisted me up on their shoulders. At the end of the hall, we entered an empty boardroom. The place at the head of the table was set with a bottle of beer and an apple. I said “Oooooooo! A beer!” and then woke up.
