Aq50

They say that any dream is organised around a wish. That a dream can often be the fulfilment of a wish. Last night I dreamt. I dreamt that we were gone. Palaeontologists declared, after years of painstaking escavation that remains found tamped, under a long dried sea were fibres of make believe, washed to the oceans floor from the faces of a corralled people driven down the trails of unbridled emotion; Complicity secreted, streamed along sensory tributaries scoured deep by generation of tears, fossilised into masks fated to be held up in white coated Neuro-typical wonder, so called evidence of genetically unmodified strangers never enabled to root in unyielding earth. A dream can also be organised around a fear. Last night I dreamt. I dreamt that we were gone. Proof of my fear that tolerance, for us, would come too late?