Sunday, September 19, 2004
(11:07 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Two Dreams
- Friday night: There were terrorists in my parents' neighborhood, and they entered my parents house. I was there with my dad and (maternal) grandpa, or actually sometimes they seemed to be there and sometimes not, and I kept trying to find places to hide. We went down in the basement and hid in what seemed to be my mom's sewing area, a separate room that doesn't exist in real life. Just outside, the terrorists were standing there with rifles, and for some reason, they were African-American terrorists. I kept trying to think of some way to gain the upper hand against three armed men, but then I'd think, "Aw man, I'm too lame -- I could never do anything that cool."
- Saturday night: A group of people, including me, were taking a trip to India. In the village we were visiting, there was a ritual whereby the entire village would converge, in waves, upon some central target and shoot at it. We got there just after the first wave, and I saw a little kid who was covered in blood but seemed to be having a good enough time. Thinking about the logic of the situation, I realized that having a huge crowd of people all shooting toward some central target would mean that a lot of people, including us, would get shot. The locals didn't seem to mind, but I did, so I kept looking for a way to escape. Every time some particular direction seemed to be clear, a mob of people brandishing rifles would appear, running toward us. I woke up before the situation was resolved.
