An odd little moment of closure

[Elidor]

Back around 2003, I had a series of dreams wherein I “paid my respects” to various members of the Bush administration. One of these dreams featured Bush himself: I was in the residence at the White House, standing in a hallway just outside his bedroom, and there he was – the man who had already come to symbolize (to me) the entire nexus of incompetence, dishonesty and thievery that were the Bush Years.

He was standing in the bedroom, eyeing me with evident dubious regard. “No,” I said to myself. “I’m not going to get ugly here. This is neither the time nor the place for that.” Suddenly I went mad. I was bellowing at him, a long string of invective which just poured out of me with a vehemence that stunned me and much as it did George. When I finally ran out of foul names to call him, he flared up and started in on me, and he gave as good as he got. It was a very ugly scene, but it soon faded away.

Fortunately, I have never again encountered him in my dreams. Until last night. I was running around doing the normal mindless things one does in a dream – you know, looking for people who are never home, trying to open a door with no handle, trying to negotiate a highway to nowhere – when someone walked past me and I knew instantly that it was George.

He sensed me too, and turned back to look at me. I wondered how I would respond, but suddenly I felt that his power over me was gone. I felt strangely – bizarrely! - happy to see him, precisely because his power was gone. I felt a sudden urge to be gracious, if slightly sarcastic.

“Hello, sir,” I said with a smile. “How is your new life working out for you?” I was genuinely eager to know about him. He seemed delighted by my interest and tried to tell me how wonderful his life was, and he was just beaming as he went on about it all, but the details didn’t interest me. The only thing that interested me at that point was the knowledge that I was free of George W. Bush. Not free of his legacy, by any means, but free of the specter of mindless oppression and fascism, at least temporarily.

The workaday world grinds slowly on, but I am free of all that shit. That was quite a load.

[hermetic]

1. Yes, I understand that

I had a similar epiphany today, about someone else who has been oppressing me for quite some time. Today I heard he will be leaving the area, so I had a wonderful feeling of relief and realized that he has no power over me anymore, emotionally. Then I felt a wave of kindness towards him, and hope he does well in his new life, though I realize that he really won't.

So I feel doubly blessed, while I, too, grind slowly on.

Nicely written, Elidor. :hug:

[ayeshahaqqiqa]

2. What a great dream!

And something very clearly stated. Bush's role in the drama we are creating is over; he's left the stage, and won't return.

[I Have A Dream]

3. Very interesting dream, Elidor.

Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Flying Dream Blues]

4. I love it. What a great reminder that we are all one.

[MorningGlow]

5. That path of "reality" is over with

Bush played his part, and now he's finished. And thank goodness--he did his job well. Too well. Yes, it was necessary, to get the majority of people to wake up and demand we take a different path, but...damn. :scared:

Great dream, Elidor. :hi:

[rosesaylavee]

6. That's great.

Wish I had some of that. Next time you see him tho, will you kick him in the pants and tell him to come see so I can give him a few choice words too? I guess I am not ready to make nice yet.