Got a Baad Feelin' About This.
Can't say that my dreams have been of much use to me in recent years, but I've had the very same dream these last two days - can't recall having such a vivid recurring dream - and then I made some sense of it.
If my interpretation is correct, it is about an attack on Iran. To be sure, I've read dozens of articles in the last year discussing this very thing, so it ain't exactly an example of the pure gold of the unconscious busting its way into my awareness. But when you wake up and sense that the cool hand of death appears to have been tenderly stroking your forehead, it kind of leaves you in a different feeling-state - one where it doesn't really matter that I knew all about it before I went to sleep.
Ahmadinejad walks confidently across a very busy (stylistically) and Byzantine courtroom to the bench. He's not on trial, he is pleading a case. His mood is philosophical, but does occasionally approach that of righteous anger. As soon as the judge has him within range for more than a second, he leans over and smashes Ahmadinejad over the head with what appears to be a truncheon. The judge looks a bit like an old obese Karl Marx.
Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles back across the court and comes to a standstill face-to-face with what appears to be the guard of the court. He begins to protest vociferously to the guard, and the guard smashes him across both cheeks with his truncheon. Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles backwards and eventually collapses.
I'm not going to mince words with you like a common Jungian, children. The judge was a Jew, and the guard was a Yank, and Ahmadinejad, as it turns out, was out of his depth. And so would we all be.
Iran, according to the CIA, has a population of 68,017,860
If my interpretation is correct, it is about an attack on Iran. To be sure, I've read dozens of articles in the last year discussing this very thing, so it ain't exactly an example of the pure gold of the unconscious busting its way into my awareness. But when you wake up and sense that the cool hand of death appears to have been tenderly stroking your forehead, it kind of leaves you in a different feeling-state - one where it doesn't really matter that I knew all about it before I went to sleep.
Ahmadinejad walks confidently across a very busy (stylistically) and Byzantine courtroom to the bench. He's not on trial, he is pleading a case. His mood is philosophical, but does occasionally approach that of righteous anger. As soon as the judge has him within range for more than a second, he leans over and smashes Ahmadinejad over the head with what appears to be a truncheon. The judge looks a bit like an old obese Karl Marx.
Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles back across the court and comes to a standstill face-to-face with what appears to be the guard of the court. He begins to protest vociferously to the guard, and the guard smashes him across both cheeks with his truncheon. Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles backwards and eventually collapses.
I'm not going to mince words with you like a common Jungian, children. The judge was a Jew, and the guard was a Yank, and Ahmadinejad, as it turns out, was out of his depth. And so would we all be.
Iran, according to the CIA, has a population of 68,017,860
posted by Erosoplier at 9:49 PM
2 Comments:
Dude, I loved that piece. Did you read Ahmadi Nejad's 19-page letter? Every line of it was riveting and spoke truth to power.
All the world's original peoples are endangered by this Judeo-Christian (Christ stain) axis. [The real Christ would have fought them both, and he did] We have to come together and instead of emphasizing our differences we should be celebrating our different flavors and colors to use them to paint over this scourge of life.
Peace and love, but mostly, justice.
You mean his letter to the Prez (didn't realise it ran to 19 pages)? Yes I read it. He made some profound points - but of course the effort was utterly silenced by the media.
Yes! to celebrating our different flavours - rather than exploiting them like those bastards out there are doing. When I grow up I'd like to be a PR/policy rep for Iran or Iraq, or Lebanon or Palestine. That's where the battle can be won without much loss of innocent life - sticking it back to the English-speaking world media complex.
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