The Dream
For a time I have considered letting the Baby die. But I have been having this dream. I am at a political fund raising event honoring the President. It has a long line at the banquet table and I have gotten a plate and am sitting at my appointed place. I am trying to be polite to the perpetual smirker and his cronies. He is out on the floor having eaten going from table to table with his plate in his hand.
He comes up to my table and starts making conversation. I am highly uncomfortable in his presence. Then all of a sudden he starts eating off my plate. That is not the worst part. I don’t really say anything to him about his gauche behavior. But after the party is over some reporter comes up and asks me about what happened. It appears that someone got his actions on tape and wants to know my feelings.
Of course I can not just keep my mouth shut no matter how I think I should. So I tell the reporter that I think the President is working his butt off to destroy the future of the social progress in this country. I tell her that I think he is turning the country into a wealthy class and the poor and I do not qualify as wealthy.
Then my nightmare begins. It seems that perhaps especially because the President and his followers do not believe in the government or believe that it is evil, they are quick to use the power of the government to harass me. None of that is specific in the dream only that my fear really starts the moment that I am done talking to the reporter. After that I seem to recycle what happened at the banquet until finally I wake up in a cold sweat.
Perhaps now that I have purged myself of this dream I will stop having it. But I don’t know.
8:05:18 AM 
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