Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Science-Fiction Pop-Culture Apocalypse

Two nights ago, I had the third of a particularly vivid series of dreams. Ominous Apocalyptic dreams steeped in science-fiction imagery. Cinematic memes that have seeped into the popular consciousness, concepts familiar to most regardless of having seen the films. The final dream had more of a general theme. They took place over the span of a month. And since things tend to run in threes, I wasn't surprised to see the themes recurring. The first was a REVENGE OF THE SITH scenario. The rise of darkness, totalitarianism, destruction, and subjugation. I remember I was about to be executed in the dream. The emperor or one of the higher-ups had stepped from the room, bidding me good-bye even as I witnessed the rise of this new regime...Somehow, I escaped...but there was a sense of doom and despair permeating everyting...like the dawn of a cold, dark age... The second dream had James Cameron overtones...Imagery from the TERMINATOR mythos...Machines roaming the streets cutting down any human in sight. Gun-towers landing amongst the skyscrapers cutting a swathe of destruction and death. I remember being among the panicked crowds, scurrying and trying to decide if I should join up with a group for safety in numbers or go it alone. I remember deciding on the latter...Again, a sense that life as we knew it was over. Humanity's day had passed... Two nights ago, I had a third dream...I remember being a part of a meeting up North...a backwoods rural setting. There was a hush in the air, a dread apprehension around the globe. The bombs were a hair's breadth from flying...I knew that I was to head up north...up to rural Quebec, somewhere in the backwoods. I was heading up there to form a survival township...to be a leader or administrator or something. The community would shelter against the storm and then do our best to pick up the pieces of civilization after the dust settled. Care for survivors, be a community...as egalitarian as we could manage... So what are the reasons for these dreams? Do they reflect fears of international tensions (Islamic Fundamentalist East versus Western military/industrial consumer complex?) Will it climax in a classic mutally assured destruction scenerio? Will the Book of Revelation come to pass? Is it because of my own desire to quit this soul-deadening job? The fear of change...ending something old and beginning something new? Is it despair at being ineffectual...at my lack of motivation to get off my ass and make some positive change in my life? To start realizing my potential? Is it the fear of time passing WITHOUT taking these necessary steps? All of these things? Something to ponder as we hurtle along through the Ought years of the 21st Century...GaP

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