"War, and Peace"

A dream in two parts. In fact they were a week apart. One clearly birthed from our times. Chaos ugliness heavily armed Klan, and Nazis in our streets. That gave me the first level of this dream cycle.

The second,...

Kindly dreams are now so rare for me that I could say they no longer happen. Well one just did. My dark dreams are routine. This is an outlier. If these will in some way continue is not known.

The scene opens on the first,...

Death camp. I dream a mix of the 1936 Olympics, and the camps. I was there It was cold wet crowded. I shivered in the frost. 

One asked, "...why are they doing this?"

People marched as to sports competition then were killed. Cut down before me. I saw murder done. Vivid as Olympic music played, and the crowds slowly continued to their deaths.

That's all. That was the dream.

Then,...

I was living desert community. This in what seemed an idealized Southwest. These were beautiful kindly people many children. 

Gentle folks. 

The kids taught me to make jewelry from shards of opal, and jade.

The days were warm, and bright. 
A pond shimmered turquois in the heat of the day. 

The nights were cold there was even snow. 

I sat at the opening of an adobe where I lived, and watched snow fall as the sun set amber behind blue hills.

I was loved by the families there, and I loved all of them.

That was the dream.

No messy complications just kindness, and beauty.
Of course I rejected the dream, and almost tore up the notes I jotted down about it.

I could so much easier believe the death camp dream could happen. Rather than the bright, and kindly one.

If I still had a shrink she'd love this mess.