Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Creepy Dream

Last night, I had this dream that was bizarre and sort of scary. I dreamt I found, washed up on a beach where I was swimming, dozens of plastic tourist-like items with a cityscape etched into it. Along with the cityscape was a description, in broken English, of the various sites on the "map" of the city. So far, this sounds like a standard weird dream, right?

The creepy part was that the skyline of this "city" was made up of the Twin Towers, prominently in the middle. All around were tall buildings FROM OTHER CITIES in the U.S. The Space Needle was there, and the Sears Building. I don't remember and/or recognize others, but in the dream, I knew it was bad. I tried to show these tourist things to other people to warn them that there was something weird, and threatening, about it. The wording on the gadgets was suggestive-- it said things that seemed to imply that it was a tool for people planning further attacks on U.S. buildings. I can't exactly remember what the words were, but to me, in the dream, it was obvious that these plastic tourist things were essentially training devices to teach people what buildings in the U.S. to attack.

I guess it mostly shows that etched into my subconscious around the 9/11 tragedies was a fear of other cities and tall buildings being targeted the way the World Trade Center was. And with the war in Iraq, and world-wide opinion feeling that we're tying the war on terror into 9/11 somewhat wrongly, these fears are something that will not rest totally. What was worse about it was that no one in the dream took my warnings seriously; they all dismissed me and said that the nick-nacks were not significant.

And even as I write this, in the climate of mistrust and finger pointing, I worry that someone would see what I've written and think that I was somehow saying something bad. In fact, the urge is there to delete what I've just written so that no one reads it and thinks the wrong thing. And that scares me even more than the dream-- that a silly little insignificant thing like a blog entry about a dream that horrifies me could get me "on a list" or something.

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