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Career Help From Dreams

I had a dream last night that a colorful bird was in the condo here by the window.   It was one of those beautiful little love birds.  Then I went to a garage somewhere and there were more of them.  I tried to chase them away by picking them up cause there were too many of them.  It ran away, fluttering it’s wings in fear.  The scene changed where I was lost in San Francisco on foot and a GPS was guiding me.  I didn’t know what to do, since the GPS wasn’t right, when someone I recognized from my

Birds As Dream Messangers

Birds As Dream Messengers

school said “We have to help him.” I felt relieved that career help was coming into my life.  Have you had an insightful dream about your career?  Please share!



Dreamed The US caught Snowden

I dreamed last night that I saw the CIA scramble jets around Snowden’s plane, just like Obama said he wouldn’t, while Snowden was going to South America, probably Bolivia. It was quite an aerial ballet. They surrounded the plane and shot it down, but Snowden jumped out in a parachute.  Then some of the CIA jumped out of their planes to catch Snowden, as they all parachuted down to the ground to capture him.  It all felt like a cool air show, but with ambiguous political meaning.  I felt odd about the politics of it, but the arial ballet was still beautiful.


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My Friend Was In Trayvon Martin’s Shoes

One afternoon, my friend told me he was walking around the corner to the liquor store near his home in Venice beach to get an ice cream.  Another man started walking in front of him.  Being that this was near Muscle Beach, the man who walked in front of him was ripped like a bodybuilder.  A very big muscular dude, compared to my friend, an intellelectual.

They were both going in the same direction. The muscle man heard my friend’s footsteps behind him.  He stopped and asked my friend, “Are you following me?”  My friend half smiled and said no, but before he could complete his sentence, the muscle man had decked my friend and pummled him on the ground.  He was in fear for his life. He actually believed it was the end for him.  He screamed as much as he could. Then, out of apathetic annoyance, a neighbor yelled “Keep it down out there!” This was while my friend was being beaten to death.  The muscle man ran away before he could be identified.

My friend called me, drastically explaining that I needed to take him to the hospital.  His cheeks were purple and swollen and he said his neck hurt like hell.  He couldn’t afford insurance, so I had to take him to a low-income  clinic. The doctor said the swelling would go down after a while and no bones were broken,so he was Okay and healed up a few weeks later.  I asked him if he would have shot the guy if he had a gun.  My friend, was a spiritual antiwar activist type so even though he was terrified, he still said no.

Trayvon didn’t have a gun either.  Fear of the unknown in both cases drove people’s actions more than race, but fear of an unknown black person in Zimmerman’s neighborhood lead him to kill instead of question.

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