Dreams

While on the train returning from a beautiful retreat, I was floored by an asinine statement underneath another lame picture. Two askaris with the caption: ‘Dream Comes True.’ Another newspaper showing nonsense to help sell copies. This was mind boggling as my mind raced, my memories tried to locate the exact dream that has come true. Whose dream were these folks referring to? Martin Luther King, Jr.? Barack Hussein Obama, Jr.? Barack Hussein Obama, Sr.? Could it be the dream of the herded sheep? I ruled out Martin Luther King, Jr. since his dream mentioned equality for all men and this world (let alone this country) is far from equal. I won’t even get into the fact that the I Have a Dream speech was male-geared and left women as a secondary thought, because that’s to be expected.

Never mentioned a Negro president, but that just may be me knit picking. King, Jr. spoke of freedom and democracy – Negros of 2009 are still in seek of freedom and democracy so: dream NOT realized. King, Jr. spoke of 1963 Negros being victims of unspeakable horrors of police brutality – Negros of 2008 were still being shot at and beaten for carrying wallets and leaving strip clubs in the wee hours of the morning before they get married: dream NOT realized. The physical “White ONLY” signs were removed but the emotional and mental effects remain. Still no mention of a Negro for president. The pursuit of happiness has been accomplished as there has never been a promise to actually achieve happiness; simply to pursue it.

What has Bam-Bam accomplished in the past that makes him a dream come true? From the past it has been established that the same old thing will occur. Nothing new. A poor remake of another bad horror film. Perhaps this world is suffering. Suffering from diluted dreams. It might be best to alter and fabricate dreams so there is something worthwhile to wake up for. Maybe it is best to remain diluted because to find anything pure in a manufactured world is close to impossible and too heartbreaking to admit. Maybe it is best to treat each other as delicate children incapable of knowing the truth about Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy all at once.

So I watch. I observe –

Diluted Dreams.

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