Dreams of the future
Edwards, California
January 1965 (I think)
I don’t see any doctors or nurses around but I know I’ve been asleep for a long time, maybe even in a coma. I know because I was having this weird dream, like any other dream, except that it seemed to go on and on forever, and in chronological order just like it was really happening. It was my life and the history of the world as I saw it in the news, year after year and decade after decade.
Finally, just before I woke up, its was 2012 in the dream. Yeah, I shit you not, the twenty-first century. Except there were no flying cars or Moon colonies or anything like that, just things they called computers but they were really more like TVs with a billion channels or more. You could backtrack and move to wherever you wanted in the programs too.
At any rate, I started to realize it was a hallucination or something because the weirdest shit kept happening, not to me except that I got really old, but in the news on these computer things and the real TVs they still had, or have, or will have. Whatever.
Politics was crazy, serious batshit stuff. You people think Goldwater is nuts? You can’t even imagine what I saw in this dream. I mean the number one issue in 2012 was the social status of homosexuals. You see, they had big time Bible thumpers in this dream future, and they were big wheels in the country, not like the tent show fools we see today. Live and let live I say, but these religious wheels purely hated homos, and somehow thought they were ruining the country. They made a big stink about it. And it got even crazier after that. A lot of these religious wheels pushed creationism, you know, like the Scopes Monkey Trial and all that. They said the Earth really was just 6000 years old. They had big institutes with millions of dollars and some of these computer TV things to push it, like anyone would believe that bullshit in the twenty-first century. Half the people in the country did though.
I’m glad I finally woke up, I don’t know if I could have stood much more of it. How long was I really out anyway?
WHAT?
ARE YOU SURE? A mirror? Okay, I think there’s one around here. Nice house I’m in by the way. Whose is it?
NO! AAAAEEEEEEIIIeee! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!