It was one of those flash dreams that happens in a second. Then I awoke, jotted down notes, and through the night a few more of these mega dreams came to me. A gestalt of ideas and impressions, and odd visuals that had huge and deeply felt emotions.
I saw Dick Cheney in an orange jump suit and chains and surrounded by guards as he humbly stood in front of a three judge panel.
That was that piece.
I dreamt I saw Jonah Goldberg with a helmet and a rifle and he was crying and running. Imagine a camera tracking backwards as he is in full gear running, training, at Fort Jackson, South Carolina, where the US Army makes infantrymen. And I saw a headline that a judge has inducted him involuntarily and 13 weeks later he will be in Iraq.
Rumsfeld was standing in front of the International Court at the Hague, in a suit with a translators ear phone, behind a bullet proof glass. He looked like Eichmann and he was as unremorseful.
More terrible terrible images. Films. Terrible things we’ve done to people. That were all hidden.
Then I saw terrible disturbing films of horrible torture and all of it looked like the abu gharaib pictures, that undersaturated Technicolor/film noir lighting. It was followed by crowds of people who were weeping.
I felt like there is a terrible terrible secret that the Bushes have been hiding and it comes out. It smells bad. I see people wincing. Literally wincing, almost crying.
I saw a massive, unexpected military setback, one that cannot be hidden or spun. A huge battle loss. And it knocks the stuffing out the last remnants of the warhawks.
The troops come home.
People are happy, but they are crying also.
Bush is left to do and say nothing, but basically he sits back quietly in Crawford while troops are rotated home. I see burning US tanks, burnt by us, stripped of their interlinking electronic and laser sighting gear, and stripped of their main guns, all hopefully sequestered out of the hands of our arms manufacturers competitors..
There were groups of doctors who announced they were starting their own medical provider groups. Groups of doctors and nurses and facilities around the country were abandoning the big insurance companies.
The country goes into a deep funk.
The Dow Jones sign was broken.
Europe decided to trade petrochemical in Euros. The dollar crashes. People lined up at banks. Online banking crashes.
Al Gore was president but the economy had crashed, a result of the current administration.
Rupert Murdoch is arrested.
Rove disappears.
Key Lay reappears.
He bought his own island and faked his own death and paid off all the insiders. He is in the back of a C-130 in chains.
Sean Hannity is in a jump suit changing bed pans at Walter Reed.
Ann Coulter w/ball gag.
That was it. It was either a fantasy dream, or a vision.