October 27th, 2004

Last night's dream, suddenly remembered.

Memory is strange, particularly when it's dreams that are being remembered.

I was re-reading William Gibson's Pattern Recognition. Specifically, about Cayce's father and the morning of September 11th, when he disappears. All at once, one of last night's dreams returned to memory.

I am in the shopping complex beneath the World Trade Center. Thinking about it now, I think that space is accurately rendered in my dream. The complex is busy, but not as busy as I remember it being on a weekday morning.

It is just before 8:00AM. I am the only person on site who knows what is about to happen.

The situation is bizarre, but not to me in the dream.

I think carefully about what to do. I think about someone I know who works in one of the towers. I consider calling her, but I know that absent my intervention, she evacuates safely. This feels important; that I change as little as possible that will affect her survival.

(In reality, I am asleep in a bed in the Red Roof Inn in Maumee, Ohio, just outside Toledo. And I know no one who is in the towers that morning.)

As I look through the offerings at the newspaper/bookstore, I consider my options. I do not actually remember what time the aircraft will hit. I may have a few minutes, I may have more. I don't know. I finally decide not to call her, or anyone else.

I am remarkably calm.

I consider PATH and the subway, and decide (wrongly) that the thing to do is to take the subway north to Penn Station, and then take a train to New Jersey. I feel I should do this before anyone else does.

(Thinking about it now, I can't figure out why I don't take PATH directly to Newark. But as I said, in reality I am in Ohio. And why am I going to New Jersey, anyway?)

I go down to the subway and stand in a curiously empty subway station for what seems like a very, very long time. The station has a curving platform and a high ceiling. Remembering the dream now, it's clear that this is not a memory of the actual station.

At some point, there is a loud noise. No other passengers appear. No train arrives. I remain calm, although I do begin to feel I have made a serious mistake.

I wake up.

I go to the bathroom, still quite calm, dream sequence still vivid. Then I go back to sleep.

In the morning, the entire dream is forgotten.
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No one froths at the mouth quite like Hunter S. Thompson.

from http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/_/id/6562575?pageid=rs.Home&pageregion=single7

"Presidential politics is a vicious business, even for rich white men, and anybody who gets into it should be prepared to grapple with the meanest of the mean. The White House has never been seized by timid warriors. There are no rules, and the roadside is littered with wreckage. That is why they call it the passing lane. Just ask any candidate who ever ran against George Bush -- Al Gore, Ann Richards, John McCain -- all of them ambushed and vanquished by lies and dirty tricks. And all of them still whining about it.

"That is why George W. Bush is President of the United States, and Al Gore is not. Bush simply wanted it more, and he was willing to demolish anything that got in his way, including the U.S. Supreme Court. It is not by accident that the Bush White House (read: Dick Cheney & Halliburton Inc.) controls all three branches of our federal government today. They are powerful thugs who would far rather die than lose the election in November."


"The question this year is not whether President Bush is acting more and more like the head of a fascist government but if the American people want it that way. That is what this election is all about. We are down to nut-cutting time, and millions of people are angry. They want a Regime Change.

"Some people say that George Bush should be run down and sacrificed to the Rat gods. But not me. No. I say it would be a lot easier to just vote the bastard out of office on November 2nd."