Two nights ago I dreamed of Rolling Black Outs. Power failures everywhere all over the world. No one knew why. Not even matches would work.

Lights out cars trains buses stopped. People too as if they were drained. They stood confused just staring.

Above planes floated powerless in mid-air Like feathers bubbles.

I was home in the dark. My childhood home. I was adrift in time as well as light. In the basement I’m clicking the power junctions. Calling for my dad. Looking for my dog.

Then power again movement again.

However in minutes darkness returned. So it went on, and off. Without explanation till the dream morphed to other places other people.

These times bring such dreams.