The Dream Quest of Unknown Me

I do dream but rarely remember them (one of my favorite quotes is "But morning comes to dreamers and they cannot hold their visions." by Mary Elgin in The Wood and the Trees). This morning I had a doozy, full of bits of stuff that had passed through my brain the past few days. When I do remember them I like to try to figure out why I dreamt that particular dream.
There was a mother of strange children who ended up in a water-filled kitchen floating around (I'd recently seen an ad for "Sixteen Candles" where the Anthony Michael Hall character ends up in an aquarium-like coffee table). Somehow Goren of L&O:CI was investigating (I'd watched an ep last night). Then I was one of my heroines (see previous post about creating female characters for adventures in male-dominated TV shows) who learned about a Maquis code (I'd recently read an obit about Anna Marly who wrote songs for the French resistence) from Marc-Ange Draco who was James Bond's father-in-law. Apparently I was now a race car designer who was helping JB (the Roger Moore one--I'd recently found a website for "The Persuaders" so he was on my mind) escape a villainous toy-maker in my latest car. I told him I used to bead necklaces with my Great-aunt Hortense and asked him if he had a great-aunt Hortense and he replied everyone had one and then...the alarm went off. Boy was my subconscious chock full of miscellaneous items that my brain was trying to make sense of *g*

I am so tired of violence, violence and more violence especially mindless acts of senseless violence that our culture seems to admire and indulge in. I once didn't mind it so much in fiction like TV or movies. I remember loving "Terminator 2" back in 1991 but not liking "T3" when I saw it in 2003 at all. Between the two movies something momentous happened--9/11. I had such high hopes for the 21st century, that we had survived the century of the World Wars and would basically grow up and put away childish things like violence. Then Dubya was elected and he saw himself as the marshal of the world, riding into places and cleaning them up. Isaac Asimov wrote that "Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent" and in Dubya he certainly got that right. His acts of violence will solve nothing, merely propagate more violence in response and the vicious cycle will continue. Diane Duane wrote in Spock's World that:

The spear in the Other's heart
Is the spear in your own:
You are he.

There is no other wisdom,
And no other hope for us
But that we grow wise.

That is so true--there is no other hope for us but that we grow wise. We've named ourselves Homo sapiens sapiens--the wise wise man. It's time we lived up to our name. My wish to you all is pacem in terris--peace, fred, pax, mir, shalom, salaam, heiwa, amani, paco...

I spent a good part of the day going over posts at A View from a Broad, ginmar's lj. She's fantastic--an ardent feminist, an ex-soldier who fought in Iraq, cat lover, book lover, prolific poster with a great sense of humor. I'm in awe of her. She wrote this:

"I don't understand how rich people live, I really don't. Couture? Cars? I'd have a couple extra bedrooms, a fireplace, an inglenook and a breakfast nook. I'd have fireplaces galore and built in bookshelves. I'd have a reader's house down some quiet lane with a creek at the edge of a the property and at least two porches. I've have a room just for books, but it wouldn't be a big house: too much space leaves your soul rattling around in confusion."

Too much space leaves your soul rattling around in confusion. Ooh another lovely quote to add to my collection.

I was watching "Countdown" last night and Keith Olberman did a segment on Pat Robertson's warning to Dover,Pa. (read here). Whenever I come across nonsense like that I think of what Dureena Nafeel said in "Ruling from the Tomb" ep 1.6 of "B5: Crusade":

"You know, on my world, it was considered a great evil to even presume to speak on behalf of the Universe!"

That about sums it up for me--he's presumptuous and evil.