Last night I met Mandela in my dream. He was ashen-faced and despairing. He told me to dig deep for the truth. He told me to see through the wave of media-hype that would flood the world about a current situation. I woke up in sweat. I was awake but I felt like I was still dreaming. I saw a tidal wave of oil; thousands of people of all races and creeds, caught the undertow, people clinging to whatever they can to save themselves. And yet they were silent; devoid of any emotion… and what is more haunting… they all had green slime oozing from their eyes and ears. What had they not heard? What had they not seen? This is quite unsettling. I will be away for a while to meditate on this dream.
#1 written by Leonardo Spencer February 19th, 2010 at 05:10
Dream a little; it’s not hard if you try.