I wanted to stay alive, but in a Dream World, or more specifically, "The world of My Dreams," where (lately) I have a distinct and positive role. I have the nagging suspicion that My Dreams are not really 'mine' but 'my contribution' to them is helping some neighbor in space or time. I feel that My Dreams are actually worth having, as if I've been 'called to the table' to suggest a better way.
On the other hand, I'm sick of trying to convince You The People that a Free Planet would be a good idea. It's just too much of an up-hill struggle with 'no common sense' in sight. The planet's brain-washed people are just too much of an Idiocracy to appreciate 'the nose on their face' and dislodge 'the monkey on their back'.
I was listening to the Radio News this morning, as I lay there willing myself back into a dream state of 'creativity, passion and kinship' a World of Real Possibilities and Real Solutions to Insane Corporate Dilemmas and I was literally 'made to feel ill' by the insanity of our financial lock-in system that states, and get this, because it's truly insane and convinces me more than ever that that FOR PROFIT game is so broken that our race will be (soon) slaughtered by it, in time:
IF AMERICAN UNEMPLOYMENT FIGURES FALL SO WILL THE VALUE OF THE STOCK MARKET
Now, all you 'so called' Economists are nodding your head in agreement out there, "Yes, that's exactly what will happen..." and you'll go into the bizarre and ridiculous financial reasons for this result, knowing full well that 'it has to happen' because of A, B, C and D driving parameters...
BUT IT'S INSANE
It's the same as how crippling inflation stubs the toe of any country's attempt to flourish as an economic nation; stamping the jackboot on the face of any attempt to 'thrive'. To me, as a non-economist, it points directly to a world consisting of a 'fixed amount of stuff' being bartered against itself, for PROFIT, where there's no profit worth having, at that cost: the lives of misery, the dislocated history, the wars for oil and gas and asset and territory.
In my dreams, I am part of a Parallel World that fights against this insanity, and we win. In reality, because dreams are sad to work in opposition to our 'real lives', this is proof that I have failed, proof that Free Planet is doomed, proof that I will die a sad old man who never instigated anything like a Common Sense Approach to life and living. I couldn't stop the Stupid Race towards APOCALYPSE.
And maybe I shouldn't...