I Sent a Dream to You Last Night from the End of the World

I just had the wildest “end of the world” dream, in great, yet confusing and incomplete, detail.  It was like reading a novel, where everyone’s reactions in the face of such a thing are depicted.  Some disbelieved or went on unaware, Some gave up.  Some attempted to escape.  Some timing it to the last minute, which seemed to be the most recent role in which I was cast, as my perspective changed periodically.

At the very end of the dream sequences, I witnessed road crews going out of their way to be efficient at keeping traffic moving.  At the same time, there was a scandal going on regarding monopoly control of apparently much needed food stands being awarded and tightly controlled by the towns, despite the fact that the towns and the company running roughshod over others wouldn’t be there in a day or two, and wasn’t as effective as the spontaneoius ones that popped up where needed.

At the end, I was temporarily at a house in the middle of nowhere, apparently owned by the girl’s parents.  The girl was more or less Deb.  The house was a less common recurring dream location, set in what could have been the woods of Vermont or similar.  We were on a tight deadline to continue on, but were there for a time.  Last thing I remember before I woke up was suggesting that we turn on something like CNN, of they had it, since (besides seeing how they were reporting things) it would be the last time global news of that variety would be available.

1. The ELO reference jumped right out at me.  I know this is totally unrelated to this post—well perhaps almost totally unrelated—save for the fact that it involves odd attention to detail and the ability to recall said details.  I have this distinct memory of listening to this particular ELO song that I had recorded on a cassette (at least it wasn’t an 8-track) while I was driving along Burnell Avenue on my way to class at Bridgewater State College.  There was nothing else special about this particular moment in time—however I have always had this knack of storing away these peculiar snippets of time in the old memory banks.

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