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JUST LIKE THE OLDE TIMES
11 October 2008
Every so often I'll have really involved, crazy dreams where waking up is like crossing out of one world into another; a one grounded in reality. This particular dream has it's "inspiration" rooted in the current global financial crisis; a crisis which to which some of it was sparked by the irresponisibility and astronomical greed of big city bankers. Imagine if you will: people these days actually getting upset about losing their life savings, pensions, security – getting upset about things like a peasant would in the middle ages if the lord took all of his/her sheep (or duckets or whatever the hell type money they were using back then...). That peasant would be heading for the nearest pitchfork for a good ol' fashioned lynching. I saw people rallying outside of pubs and parks and heading for the nearest banking headquarters in The City, finding all the bigwigs and tying them securely with industrial strength rope in cocoons to large wooden poles. These poles were then stacked on large logging trucks like matchsticks and hauled off to some field somewhere out of the city. This field was just a giant tinderbox of dead branches and across this plain were the poles erected like antennas. All of a sudden the field was in a blaze. The dream was a little over the tip and "biblical" in the over-drama but it probably reflects the moods and feelings of a lot of people out there right now who are really questioning what the fuck is happening to their livelihoods, savings, etc.
On a lighter note, here's an automated drawing Tanya and I did a number of weeks ago during an online chat to some friends back home:
- posted by JJD at
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