dreaming about the collapse

photo from northern california trip, an altar or something, in the wreckage of the landslide my friends live on…

i dreamed last night that the days of the collapse were upon us, that over time there were less and less products on the shelves of the supermarket, that new supplies stopped coming into rural communities from other places, that the power blacked out intermittently for increasingly extended periods each time though still managed to sputter back on long enough to make us wonder just how much longer?

in the dream, i was on a populated island, or at least a place that only afforded access by water. sometimes i thought it was the sunshine coast, but at other times it was cuba – this changed throughout but it made sense to be a place somewhat cut-off from the “mainland” because it was there the failure of transportation (and thus the shortage of goods) would be noticed first. there were people with me who i knew, mostly from the union movement, that i would periodically run into on the streets as i walked them – trying to find out what exactly was going on in the cities, running in my mind ideas about gardens and sustainable food sources close by.

the overwhelming sense i had was not fear, but profound frustration – for each person i encountered professed no knowledge of what was happening and denied we might be in the midst of a structural collapse. they told me the lack of food coming into the community was just a temporary shortage, and that the electricity had *always* been intermittent in that area – that it was nothing to worry about. i was frustrated in that i felt i knew what was happening but it appeared no one else could… and not unlike periods of my real life – i started to suspect i was going mad since i believed things no one else around me did.

i have *got* to stop reading the news right before bed…..