Joe Cool in Financial Hell
Dreamed 2009/6/15 by Wayan; Dreamverse #46
THAT DAY
Our house is going solar. We're voting on the bids this week, so I email all the solar firms reminding them to send bids now or never...
Instant messages pop up. My ex-girlfriend Cheryl! Message after message. Obsessive. I feel stalked and don't read them, turn off the instant message option. I didn't realize the default allowed people to interrupt you like this.
Feeling shaky, I drive down to the San Mateo Highlands to pick up my sister Althea and take her to the airport. On the way, as I right turn at a stopsign, a cop tickets me for not stopping fully. The first moving violation I've had in a decade at least. Rattles me more.
Althea and I have lunch at Shiso Restaurant. She flew down to attend her daughter's graduation. Althea says "She was distant for years; I think she blamed me for dragging her away from family and friends, leaving our small town after my husband dumped me for another woman." As his wife, Althea had a stake in the family ranch, but he gave her child support only, and his family backed him up. Althea felt they quietly drove her out of town. I hadn't realized that her current poverty is partly from her deep reluctance to fight for her rights. And she worries she's doing it again in a lesser way. Loves her current husband, but he slips into debt a few thousand a year... is she liable?
I too will do anything to avoid a fight. Siblings are such embarrassingly revealing mirrors!
THAT NIGHT
That ranter's drawn a listening ring--
turtlehead economist, he builds a slow case in dismal jargon til he's clamoring "War caused America's crash." Quite so, but hardly news! Why natter and detail in polysyllables each sector's woe when six-bit words explain our epic fail no better than that laconic song Malvina wrote some forty years ago: "The rich feed off the breast of war; grow fat, as all the rest goes wrong for all the rest of us." What more? |
Our pundit plays scenes from Anemia,
that Harry Potter knockoff film. In it, Hogwarts is a high school in a Muggle district gone bankrupt. And the monsters who chase our heroes three from bus stop to dead-in-the-water school are budget-busting creditors who drool to squeeze blood from the students (ouch) since Hogwarts turned so turnip. Though "Something will always turnip!" Our heroes slip into a stone gash. Cathedral-caverns echo ahead. But the only path in is a rickety ledge
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past pits of magma hell! A deadly red
| financial meltdown. Ahead, one reckless kid falls in. Are clone-Harry, Hermione, and Ron financially balancéd enough? Looks bad... But here comes Cool Guy in shiny shades,
Through the pit Cool dives! Skates the red pool
| of fire immune. Our ledge-trapped three leap to him and cling, train-trailing weightlessly. Oh. It's Biblical too--as Ronald Reagan knew.
But being Hollywood-mirror-cool
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