Friday 20 January 2012

A Series of Dreams...

I need to remember them, I am opting to record them here and not in my notepad. And I need not justify why either, because I know some of you are so curious in a very unhealthy kind of way, bordering on --- you fill in the blanks. Stealing souls maybe ?

It is said that when you are asleep your soul is stolen away from you, taken to another realm, another reality, another world...ancient people believed so, hence the importance of Dreams.

All dreams are carriers of a message. ALL DREAMS. Sometimes the message is a personal one, sometimes it is a premonitory one, and sometimes it just tells you that you ate too much before going to sleep and that you need to go to bed on a relatively empty stomach.

So faithful to my ancestors, I record dreams, in private and in public...I am generous that way, I offer up my "psyche" for scrutiny. I can't access your dreams but I allow you occasionally to access mine...and always with a purpose. Dreams teach me and I teach in return.

Hence I shall title each dream for "convenience" sake.

No Man's Land

I saw myself stuck at the borders, frontiers of two countries, where the language was not clear, it a mix of English, Arabic, something with no identity. I was trying to move forward from one customs post to another and in between both countries, there was a stretch of land that belonged to no country, to no government, to no one. A very short, small, limited
stretch of land, squeezed in between two checkpoints. CUSTOMS checkpoints.

So I presented my documents to one and he kept staring at my papers, and they were all in order, but he found something wrong with them and me. He said -- you are lacking a stamp here. I said there's nothing lacking here, ALL IS COMPLETE. He insisted that I lacked something. He ordered me to go back, to return miles to get a stamp of some sort. I went back and returned with the RIGHT STAMP. He checked my documents again and again found something wrong with them. Incomplete - he ordered. There was always something WRONG with MY documents/Identity.
This time I was adamant - NO THEY ARE COMPLETE.
You will not go through - he said. OH YES I WILL I replied. No you're not - we will withhold you and all your belongings. He took my suitcase but I managed to SNATCH BACK MY IDENTITY documents from him and ran past his CHECKpoint to escape to the other one, but could not reach the other border. I found myself STUCK in a NO MAN's LAND, but holding my IDENTITY in HAND.

American Elections - The White Christian Right.

Another dream, another title.

I saw myself in some large cubicle, run by Americans. It was like a steel square box, cold, with metal benches, and inside that large sealed cubicle, there were other smaller cubicles, all made of hard steel, and each CUBICLE WAS DESIGNATED FOR A SPECIFIC PEOPLE and a SPECIFIC GEOGRAPHICAL REGION.
There was the US territory cubicles and in them were detainees - Americans Muslims, Blacks and what was called in the dream "sexual deviants" - mainly gays. But the American Muslims WERE the majority in this local cubicle. They had the rough treatment.

In the other cubicles which were less "hospitable" were Arab Muslims SECULAR but STILL MUSLIMS. I was one of them.

The person in charge of this American DETENTION CENTER, was a woman, straight out of the 50's, or some McCarthy period. She was a a WASP. White, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant.

I remember vividly the way she was dressed. She had shortish hair with ends curled up, like from some American BLACK & WHITE movie. A white shirt with frills buttoned all the way up, a longish grey skirt right below the knees and the skirt waist went up right under her heavy breasts, with a thin black belt. She was wearing eye glasses and held a stick in her hand. She looked like one of those PURITANICAL TEACHERS, a mix of English and American culture, obsessed with "MORALS" and the "RIGHT WAY" way of doing things.

She separated both local (American groups) and us "savages." My group had no more access to the local American group of Muslims, Blacks and Gays. We were totally segregated. She had a SPECIAL REHABILITATION PROGRAM for the group I belonged to. I looked around me and we were all secular Arab MUSLIMS but according to her we were the most DANGEROUS. So my turn came up.

She started interrogating me with her stick in hand. She said - you don't look Muslim nor Arab. What are you hiding ? I said I wasn't hiding anything. She said do you know about Jesus ? I said of course I know about Jesus. She added - do you know the morality of Jesus, and of America. I replied affirmatively. She said - you are lying, you are hiding something. So she put me through a series of torture, while making them look as if these were not torture but "rehabilitation". The torture techniques looked "civilized" because she kept that "proper" accent of American "decency".

So I was put through a whole series of "rehabilitation" techniques. I was hanged from my arms, I was made to squat for days, I was made to sleep on very cold metal beds, I was made to shiver from freezing temperatures, I was made to stand for days with my arms up in the air and every time I dozed off someone would poke me. In the dream I was wondering why is this happening to me - am "secular". There must be some sort of misunderstanding here. I am not a "Muslim Terrorist". I don't even veil. But this WASP was adamant that I WAS THE ENEMY of AMERICA.

I think that the message of this particular dream is too evident, well for me it is. The EXTREME RIGHT will TAKE OVER AMERICA (not that it makes much of a difference from what you have now), the American Muslims, Blacks and "sexual deviants" will be HARASSED big time in particular the American Muslims. And as for us, "savages", the plan for America is to make sure to install non secular governments in the region.

Resigning from the Pharaoh with no Balls.

My third and last dream that I care to share. The others I keep for myself because they are none of your damn business. Remember that sentence ---> none of your damn business.

I saw myself in front of some modern Egyptian Pharaoh, an Egyptian boss, in my mind I associate Egyptians with corruption, lies and false bravado. Yes that's the way it is. Come and sue me for being politically incorrect. Wait till you read about my dream with an African polygamist, what will you do then? - come and brainwash my unconscious mind for not falling in line with your putrid politically correct tyranny ?!

Anyways I was standing in some large office with tacky leather furniture just the way the Egyptians like them. These are "modern" times and the Pharaoh in question was dressed in a dark sober suit, with a tie of course. He was tall, big, and had an imposing aura to him. But I knew he had no balls. It was some secret knowledge I somehow had access to. The Pharaoh was in fact an eunuch - hence his IMPOSING status. He didn't know that I knew that he had no balls.

So I stood in front of him, for some reason I had a "corporate" look on. I presented to him MY RESIGNATION. He looked it with DISDAIN and signed it much quicker than I thought. In the dream I was thinking he may force me to stay in HIS OFFICE working for him, but he didn't. He accepted my resignation as if wanting to get rid of me fast.

I said to him - now that you signed my resignation, I want a certificate that I worked for you for so many years, a WORK certificate. He handed me a piece of paper, with red ink blotted all over, with qualities scrapped off the list, with work tasks that did not reflect my actual work, he was demeaning me as a way of his LAST GOODBYE.

I kept standing there and said to him - this work certificate does not reflect the work I have done for you. CORRECT IT. He refused. So I said to him - YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN KEEP THAT CERTIFICATE AND STICK UP YOUR PHARAOH ASS - I KNOW WHAT I HAVE DONE, WHAT KIND OF WORK I DID FOR YOU. I KNOW THE ENERGY, TIME AND EFFORT I PUT IN YOUR INSTITUTION. I DON'T CARE IF YOU ACKNOWLEDGE IT, ME, OR NOT.

Then I saw myself walking in some UNFAMILIAR street, I felt light, as if a HUGE BURDEN was taken OFF my shoulders, I knew I did the RIGHT THING - NOT working for the Pharaoh no more...but I also felt apprehension, some angst because I was now in UNFAMILIAR territory and I had just resigned from my FAMILIAR SECURITY.

I was very light now that I have gotten rid of the Pharaoh with no balls who never acknowledged me, nor my "work" and who kept putting me down, tearing me down even though I did an excellent job, but I was on my own and having to figure out how to make it.


Hahahahaha - "My" "Unconscious" - SUBCONSCIOUS MIND - ROCKS! Thank you Ancestors, for teaching me all about dreams.