This blog is based on a dream I had last night. I'm not sure I understand all of what it meant, so feel free to draw your own conclusions and come up with your own theories. Its really very odd and kind of disturbing so prepare yourselves...
I stand in the middle of a crowd of people who are beginning to board a large red bus. It looks like a British bus, except it wasnt in Britain and it wasnt a double decker or anything, It was covered in dirt and had massive tires for rough terrain. it was set in the middle of the mountains, on a dirt and gravel road that winds its way through the mountains. (I think it had to do with the road that runs through the mountains between Pakistan and India known to be one of the most militarized place in the world.) I entered the bus, but before I sat down I looked at the seats. They were red upholstered seats. They had what appeared to be scarlet black stains on them; stains that only appear after a puddle of blood has dried and left the fabric stained. I was puzzled, but sat down in the bus amongst rest of the Pakistani and Indian men and women. Our driver gave some simple instructions. I didnt understand him as even in my dreams I dont speak Farsi or Indian, but I assume it meant something such as no standing while the bus was moving and no rowdiness etc. Soon after we began driving down the road, making slow progress through the mountains.
We had been traveling for some time, when suddenly a great commotion arose. One man in the back began screaming at the driver. He seemed very agitated and screamed at both the passengers and the driver. Meanwhile the people around all around seemed very alarmed at this demonstration against what clearly violated the established rules. The passengers were telling him to calm down, but he would not. The driver immediately pulled the bus over and got up. He commanded him to sit down and be quiet, but the man continued screaming, all the more irate. The bus driver turned away, as if to retreat back to his seat, but instead he pulled out a long object from behind his seat. It happened very quickly and before I knew what was happening the driver had pulled out a loaded rifle and shot the man dead in the bus. The driver turned away with indifference and began to start the bus again.
I was outraged. How could a man kill another so cold bloodedly? I stood up and started screaming at the bus driver. He had just killed a man, and at that point I realized we were all going to be killed. At this point I noticed some men in sunglasses sitting at the front of the bus. They were all armed. However, I rushed to the front of the bus and started pummeling the driver with my fists. He had just killed a man with no regret and no remorse... Then I was forced back towards my seat. I continued cursing, red faced and belligerent. Now the driver quickly picked up his gun and leveled it at my torso and fired from the hip. I immediately fell to the ground. I was injured, but not dead. Instead of rolling over and dying, I rolled back over and sat up slightly. My body was at a cockeyed angle with part of my back facing towards the front. I screamed with agony and outrage and flipped off the driver and the armed men in sunglasses. I cursed at them and their oppression, callous and lack of ethics. Instead of being killed outright the driver shot me in the spine; it was a place where I would die slowly and in agony, unable to move.
There are a few things progressive about this dream. Implicit in the action is the impoverished and chaotic plight of the common people. They are afterall without possessions boarding a bus in the middle of the mountains with basically nothing but the clothes on their backs. Perhaps this reflects my dissatisfaction with the current state of world affairs in which people are forced to evacuate their own countries and leave all their possessions and history behind to survive. It could be that this dream is suggesting that the people are not refugees but victims. I got the feeling these people were going to die from the oppression of the military regime represented by the men in the sunglasses.
I definitely think it represents that when crimes against humanity have occurred or other breaches of human ethics you should stand always stand up to the face of oppression. Stand up and call their actions for what they are. To tell them off to do something, so that you do not merely sit passively as abuses such as this happen anywhere, whether it be the mountains of Pakistan or the streets of the United States. This is the best I could come up with. Please give me your opinions. What do dreams mean (if anything)? What do dreams tell us? What are dreams, reflections of our inner selves or is it just the brain running amok with its wild, meaningless thoughts?
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