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10-29-2010, 02:23 AM
I am in a beautiful room, like the men's drawing rooms of Victorian Europe. There is a set of four alcoves in the back corner of the room, and three of them have figures in them. On the top right is a figure of a man dressed like a judge; he represents the public institutions of the world (the bureaucracy and government). Below him is a another man, in a nice suit of clothes; he represents the arts and academia. The top left is a giant man, dressed in a pinstriped suit like a ganster; he represents the material resources and wealth of the world. The bottom left corner is empty and dark. This is suppose to be the alcove of the common man, representing the everyday worker/laborer.
A man has snuck into this room. He is of the common man. He begins to argue to the alcoves that they have unfairly excluded his group from their plans over the milennia, and that because of that all balance has been lost. In the coming crisis he demands they reconsider their position, and allow more of the common workers to be saved (from whatever is coming).
The judge and the professor under him begin to agree and realize their mistake. The banker grows furious, and climbs out of his alcove. He is monstrously huge, and begins to beat on the common man, throwing him around the room and yelling that he will not be undermined in his position.
I do not recall how the fight ended, but it does. The common man is now standing in a wide plaza inside a mall-like structure. He is telling his friend to gather others to help rip up the floor, using the marble to block the windows and doors. There will be bio-chemical warfare soon, and the sealed off building will save many lives. Wars are coming, and the common people will be pressed into service to go outside and fight losing battles.
Then the dream ends.
A man has snuck into this room. He is of the common man. He begins to argue to the alcoves that they have unfairly excluded his group from their plans over the milennia, and that because of that all balance has been lost. In the coming crisis he demands they reconsider their position, and allow more of the common workers to be saved (from whatever is coming).
The judge and the professor under him begin to agree and realize their mistake. The banker grows furious, and climbs out of his alcove. He is monstrously huge, and begins to beat on the common man, throwing him around the room and yelling that he will not be undermined in his position.
I do not recall how the fight ended, but it does. The common man is now standing in a wide plaza inside a mall-like structure. He is telling his friend to gather others to help rip up the floor, using the marble to block the windows and doors. There will be bio-chemical warfare soon, and the sealed off building will save many lives. Wars are coming, and the common people will be pressed into service to go outside and fight losing battles.
Then the dream ends.