Rio De Los Suenos

Thing #1: One of the best parts about eating real Mexican breakfast tacos in the morning is the nice corn tortilla flavored burps/hiccups that greet you throughout the remainder of the day.

Thing #2: I had a weird dream last night that I will relate:

I'm on a bus going somewhere at night. The stars are beautiful and peaceful fields lay outside the windows. My fellow passangers are students from school and others that I don't know. I'm sitting on the left side, somewhere in the middle, looking out the right side's windows. Slowly, the moon begins to rise - first that tiny little sliver, then more and more... "Dear God!" The moon, like an enormous, terrible giant awaken from slumber, is growing on the horizon in gigantic proportions! Terror ripples through the bus - even through me - the awful cratered face is filling the entire horizon! People are screaming.

I'm thinking as fast as I can.

"Clearly the moon has changed positions in relation to the earth. Or perhaps it is the other way around. The speed in which it changed is alarming. It's lucky we're not near the ocean...we're not, are we? People on the beaches or near them should evacuate. The question of the location of the sun (or should I say the earth in relation to the sun) is perhaps the most frightening unknown. If that position has changed, it is likely that we are further from the sun, because if it were the sun's gravity pulling us, it would also pull the moon. That's mean that we are off course because something else has moved the earth. What else could move a planet? All these people think it's the END TIMES and perhaps it is, but there's nothing much to be done about that. If it is, it just is. If it's not, then we'll have to start thinking about how to make a go of it now. Unfortunately, there's still too many unknowns..."

Cut to next scene...

I am in a village at night. The moon, like a horrible weight, presses down on us from the sky. It seems so close and has yet to completely pass the horizon. I actually fear that the remaining part of the moon will nick the Earth. People are running everywhere. In front of me stands a beautiful white wooden chapel with a traditional steeple. It's dark inside. Several people have run up the stairs and are pounding on the locked doors. They're screaming to get in. I stand unmoved by my terror or the terror around me. My mind is whirling to make sense of it. The moon has now turned to a human skull. Panic and terror...and yet I know it's a sham. This isn't real. Someone is playing tricks on us. This is Orwell's war. We're confusing fiction and fact. I know it. But as I watch the frantic, terror stricken masses, I have an overwhelming sense that my lone voice will drown amidst these screams and weeping.

I sit on an overturned bucket. Fleeing, panic driven people tear pass me at random intervels. Softly I whisper, "Don't be afraid little flock for the Father is pleased to give you his Kingdom."

I watch and wait.

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 3/26/2006 11:53:00 AM