A dream (in multiple meanings)
I had a dream recently and I’ve been slowly processing it. In this dream, the revolution had happened, and was successful. I wore a strange “uniform” of some sort but I was conscious that it wasn’t very uniform, if you get my drift. That is, the colors indicated my branch and rank, but the style was unique: no one was required to wear the same stuff.
(I know that’s very Commonwealth. So what?)
I also realized that I must have participated in some aspect of the fighting, in spite of my age. (I was my current age in this dream…)
In the bulk of the dream I attended a meeting at some (formerly) prestigious university, where one department (Philosophy? Economics? The Philosophy of Economics? This remained unclear)…
Anyway, this one department was *led by/inhabited by* some people who weren’t down with the overwhelming changes occurring in the Whole World Around Them.
My mission, which I had evidently accepted, was to explain to a group made up of students and faculty what was going on outside their ivory tower (They seemed utterly unaware, as if they had barricaded their building [and their minds] against all the news and information that might have clued them in.)
I also had to sort of “give them their options” as to ways they might react to the new “Assembyist” society that had sprung into existence in the wake of the Revolution. I explained that the world was now made up of a kind of “town meeting democracy taken to an illogical extreme” and that the local assemblies were rapidly federating at the ecosystem level, and people were talking about how to create a non-coercive global confederation to deal with the few remaining problems that were actually global in nature.
They didn’t like that news very much at all.
I told them that since the things they studied were so arcane that no one much had any interest, that their options included remaining in a “Faculty/Staff/Student” hierarchy, and thus remaining out of step with Society as a whole.
The students in particular had a tough time dealing with that: “We have a choice? What do we do?”
“Think for yourselves!” I exclaimed. (Monty Python-ishly)
That really got the professor’s panties in a twist.
Anyway, as I was awakening, I seemed to be in a second meeting, where I told people it didn’t really matter what the people I’d been talking to decided. Something like: “The new economy can support a fair amount of chaff.” Sorta like: “What they are studying is now History, not what they thought it was…”(The History of the Philosophy of Money Economies?)
I am entirely aware that this dream constituted a *wish-fulfillment fantasy*. Or maybe it’s “Sardonic-Synchronic Bleed-over From an Adjacent Timeline”, IDK. But it would never have been so detailed if I hadn’t been writing the peculiar Fiction Novels that I’ve been doing.
Gotta go. See ya!
