Last night, I was suffering very mild flu-like symptoms, I was tired as Hell and I had an unfortunate gas problem that meant I had to get up every couple of hours to go to the bathroom.
Sometime around 03:00am, I had a bizarre dream.
It was the near future and I was part of the now-militant “ordinary decent people” league. What the white supremacist shitbags call “antifascists” with absolutely no self-awareness or shame whatsoever.
All very commendable, but here’s where it got interesting.
I had a uniform, body armour, and some sort of assault rifle. We were lining the streets, government buildings, of someplace in the US. We’d won, or so it seemed. The bigots and Nazis and general bad people were lined up and ready to be gunned down.
And they were all ordinary people.
They were diverse, they were holding hands, they were waiting to see what would happen. I’m sure, somewhere, there were a few hundred swastika-waving dickbiscuits ready to improve the world by dying, but the ones I had my gun trained on just looked like ordinary folks. I was the one in the black uniform. The one with the gun.
I’m not going to even dignify the idea that the antifascists are as bad as, let alone worse than the actual fascists. But I guess violence begets violence and it’s very easy to lose sight of how small a minority these enemies of ours actually are. It’s true of the murderous jihadis, and it’s true of the genocidal Nazis.
Anyway, that’s when the fighting started, and there were plenty of armed skinheads to have running gun battles with through the dystopian cityscape after that. I wound up joining forces with the ordinary folks, or at least the teams kept changing … it got pretty weird as the morning crawled on.
Still, made me think. Not rightly sure what my subconscious is telling me.