Dreams

Now a month or so ago I said how life seems to be on an unreachable high and despite things not always working the way I want and certain painful things in Easter I still maintain that to be true. But since people have gone away to the far reaches of the world the world of technology brings it so much closer. When you receive a text on your phone, well on mine at least its more generic stuff, but I received a completely unexpected text saying that I was in fact a shampoo. Now I'm not sure if this fits with Homer Simpson's Mr Sparkle model but I hope so, unless of course this shampoo is not dermatologically tested in which case I do not condone using it.

Nevertheless I have started to play my guitar more, probably because of a 15/16 year old boy (don't know if he has had his birthday yet) and unfortunately I have started singing. One song I decided to learn was Wires by Athlete. The song itself gives me a tingly feeling, but playing along to it just enhances it ten-fold.

I think the subject of this song led me to have an odd dream last night.

The gist of this is these babies had been orphaned and were unwell, and they were all in plastic incubators on a train. One man was tasked with getting rid of the babies that he deemed unfit, but in a moral act he refused to chuck away a baby to its death. He ran leaving the carriage shortly after another train smashed the train, hindering its progress, but not killing the babies. The voices of the guards in charge of this man still ring in my head like cannons, despite never having heard them they still sound as clear as you or I.
That was where it finished. Possible the scariest dream I've ever had and writing about actually upsets me as this happens.

As Stalin said 'One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic' For once I thought about that one instead of the millions that are incomprehensible.