Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
Not to diverge from my latest attempt at short fiction, but I had some pretty strange dreams last night.
A great majority of the dream took place in a shopping mall. Inexplicably, one of my high school teachers (or was it college?) was working in a store selling Debit Card machines (wtf?). She sold my family something, and then basically refunded our money in cash, added about $16 more and gave us a gift certificate for $55. When I looked confused, she cited that the store was making money hand over fist and that we should take the money.
Confused, I went wandering. Eventually I ended up at a storefront with televisions in the windows. These particular teevisions were airing "When (Insert Something Here) Attacks" type amateur video programmes. However, this show was about catching terrorist suitcase bombers on camera. A sequence of rapidly spliced scenarios of 1 to 5 Arab-looking men walking into a store or some kind of office, apparently caught on overhead, black & white security cameras, holding giant gym bags and brandishing guns and knives. I, in the dream, looked away, but could still see these images. Some of the clips showed unsuspecting soldiers or store proprietors getting stabbed in the back or shot with a pistol, all buttressed by the image being lost when the huge explosion took place.
Upon ruminating about the juxtaposition of these two incidences in my dream seems to be a reflection of my opinion of the whole situation... but I'll leave the interpretation up to you.