When you wake up a little too early, and you dose in and out of the morning, sometimes you can experience the most incredible, vibrant, fantastic dreams.
I tell you, the colors are still intact. So are the thoughts and feelings, and the people too. I think Captain Jack Sparrow was there.
The first scene was in Africa. Maybe the Congo. A paramilitary general executed an innocent woman with a huge revolver. I stood and watched. They turned the children to face the walls so that they could not watch. Where is this broadcasting from?
These same paramilitary forces are in transit. They have gathered on a swinging white bridge that is suspended from a crane on the largest cargo ship I have ever seen. Someone is firing on the paramilitaries. Not me, they are right next to me though, I do not know who they are. The paramilitaries are being shot and falling off this bridge, sprawled out and plunging toward the glowing turqoise ocean below. There is also a sunbleached village far below, right on the coast. When I watch them fall, I wonder what it is like to fall that far and die. Maybe it is like a dream. You accept your fate in the weightless silence and then all becomes black. Or are they dead before they fall? From the bullets?
I am on the swinging bridge now, hanging from the top. I didn't question how I got there, only that the view below was breathtaking. I could see the glowing white of the village below, and then the bright turqoise waters of a tropical ocean. I was not aware of the danger I was in.
I was in the sea now, below the bridge and next to the ship, in the harbor. There were great waves, people were diving in these waves. They're crazy. I didn't feel as if I was in any danger.
I awoke not puzzled, but refreshed. Then I wonder about quantum theory.
