I know, there is nothing more boring than being told someone else's dream, but bear with me.
It starts out at some kind of family dinner like so many of the ones I've attended throughout my life. In one of those kind of generic Midwestern neighborhood houses that I got dragged to throughout my childhood. Tree-lined streets, cool house, etc. Could have been any of my relatives' houses.
In this dream, we're all having dinner, and for some reason my Mom and her sister in law are sitting all apart from the rest of us. And they have all the good food. I mean, a really delicious looking salad, (luscious looking tomatoes, cukes, etc.) and a lot of really boring looking food on the table. And they're hogging it all. And I go back and say wha? You know I love great salad, can I share some of this? And my Mom gives me this secretive little look, and says, ok, just don't let anybody else know, ok?
And then there's the dessert tray. For some reason, there was some kind of lottery at this family dinner, where there weren't enough desserts, but there were these fab desserts, with gorgeous glazed strawberries and cream cheese, that everybody was fighting over, but you had to get your number picked in a lottery to win one of them (and don't ever let anybody tell you that you can't dream in color - those strawberries were gorgeous). I was trying to get in the lottery to get one of these desserts, but was also torn, because some aunt sitting next to me had a really good looking banana cream pie, which she wasn't sharing. It wasn't part of the lottery. So I keep looking back and forth from the lottery desserts to this great looking banana cream pie, and my aunt (totally generic aunt, resembling none of my real ones) gets offended, and I said "oh sorry if I'm sort of hovering like a vulture over your pie".
At this point the scene shifts (and you know how it is in dreams) it's amazing how you immediately know the backstory in your dreams. There's a young uniformed police officer there who is apparently a family member, and a friend of my sister and myself. We are all standing out in the yard. And suddenly all hell breaks loose and police cars and fire trucks all start roaring by, and who knows what is going on. Apparently some big fire or some crime taking place across town. At this point, the black and white police car, which apparently belongs to our friend, pulls up, my sister opens the back door, says "hop in".
So I hop in, and the police car takes off, but I notice that our friend the policeman is not driving - it's some itty bitty little girl kid, about two or three years old, belted in to the driver's seat, and driving the police car. And I panic. Because the kid can't drive - she's steering strangely all over the place, and I say "honey you shouldn't be driving - please pull over and let me drive, ok?". So she tries - and has a fender bender and hits a motorcycle and smashes a headlight on the police car. Also, the motorcycle starts leaking gas like crazy. So I leap out of the police car, go around to the front, can't get in (my sister finally figures out how to open the front door, can't open the back door, because of course it's a police car).
So I get in and drive the damaged police car back to the house, wondering what I'm going to tell my friend the policeman. And we pull up to the house, and I go in, wondering how I'm going to tell him about the minor damage to the police car, and he says to me "you didn't check seat belts for everybody before you got in, did you?" I'm like WTF? I say no of course I didn't. And he nods kind of smugly and says you see I told you, you should always check seat belts every time you get in the car.
At this point, I wake up. Thus cutting me off from further discussion. I actually sat up in bed, and went "whoa whoa whoa wait a minute here. In the first place, the kid WAS belted in. In the second place, I didn't know anything about it, I thought YOU were driving, and didn't even know what was going on until I got in the car. I saved your car from a very bad accident, and and and......... at this point I realized that I was awake and arguing with a character in my dream.
Well. Ahem. Hahaha. I really need to perfect my debating skills. I managed to get blindsided in my dream by a completely irrelevant argument to what the real situation was at hand.
And I calmed down and woke up some more and it struck me that this dream is the perfect metaphor for what the right wing does. Distract us with shiny objects, and irrelevant arguments, and makes us lose the truth of real injustices with real-sounding talking points.
No real point to this diary, I'm a little afraid to even put it up. But it did seem to me that sometimes the truth (no matter how weirdly it's presented) can sometimes come through in our dreams.