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I will pour out my spirit on all flesh;
your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
your old men shall dream dreams,
and your young men shall see visions.
Joel 2:28
your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
your old men shall dream dreams,
and your young men shall see visions.
Joel 2:28
I dreamed that I was fighting for a new America, a better America, in a rebellion that had just been named the "Green Patriotic Uprising" or something like that. I was in a school gymnasium, waking up at dawn next to a young woman who was my wife or girlfriend. She told me the name of the uprising; and I said -- OK that's what they call it, now let's go fight it! I was gung-ho, as they say.
We were to move out at dawn. My assignment was to run to the front lines pushing my upstairs neighbor, a fellow septuagenarian and a long-time activist, in a wheelbarrow. She wanted to fight, but had a bad leg and couldn't run. I grabbed the wheelbarrow with Myra lying down in it and began to run, full tilt along a narrow wooden track, with the rest of the force close behind. But the wheel got caught in a crack and stuck. I was holding up the charge, so I worked frantically to free the wheel. Then it occurred to me that neither Myra nor I had any kind of weapon. How did we expect to fight?
Then I woke up.
