Blog of my dreams -2
I'm still dreaming about the mall. It's located in a place I used to live, about a dozen blocks from where I grew up. Except that in real life, that ain't where I used to live, that wasn't the house I grew up in, and only certain elements of the place resemble places (plural) that I've lived.
How the monied interests ruin livability.
The West End of Vancouver is one of the saddest examples of the ruining of the quality of life by monied interests. Beautiful old houses were razed to the ground in order to put up high-rise apartments. In the words of Vancouver City Council in 1986, this was done, quote, "in order to increase the ...read more
A solution to homelessness.
A SOLUTION TO HOMELESSNESS
There is and always has been a simple solution to providing shelter for the homeless, at least for those who will not automatically return to a life on the streets. That solution is Universal Foster Care, of a type modified to accommodate adults, especially those with mental health issues and various types of addictions.
Would this be a drain on the economy? Not at all. The number of homeless is less than 1% of the population. Paying people to see to their needs would actually be an investment, because it would halt much of the problem in its tracks and serve to remedy and monitor self-destructive behaviour, thereby solving collateral problems like petty crime and medical issues.
Time to clip the wings of the powers that be.
IT'S TIME TO CLIP THE WINGS OF THE POWERS THAT BE!
The monied interests have been trying to have things their own way since the decline of monarchies and the rise of monied interests. Monied interests are what pushed monarchies aside, most notably during the Industrial Revolution and ...read more
My dreams 2
One of my common recurring dreams is that of being on a bus. A few times I've actually been driving the bus, but mostly I'm a passenger.
The setting is usually North Vancouver at the corner of 3rd St and Lonsdale. Sometimes I'm at the corner, waiting for a bus that seems never to come, while a parade of other buses trundle by.
Sometimes I leave in frustration and begin walking East on 3rd Street. The destination is always the same- 15th Street and a street variously known as Grand Boulevard, Grande Boulevard, and The Grand or Grande Boulevard. When the bus gets there, I step off and wake up.
Sometimes I'm on the bus at the foot of Lonsdale, rubbernecking at the destruction of all the old heritage buildings going on up and down the Avenue and complaining about what's been done. Not that this is happening in real life, mind you.
Blog of my dreams
I have a recurring dream in which I'm in a giant mall, trying to find my way out. I've dreamt about the place so often and in such detail that much of it is known to me.
It's not about the stores in the mall. I occasionally go into one, usually a restaurant or a bar. I've worked at several places in the mall, and sometime I dream about working there. Sometimes a whole entire dream will consist of working at a particular job.
Yes, it's as incredibly boring as it sounds. I've dreamt about loading trucks, unloading trucks, welding, driving machinery, flipping burgers, serving food, stacking boxes, dealing with customers, and so on.
The moment I find my way out of the mall is when I wake up.
Sometimes there is some sort of security protocol for getting out of the mall, which I'm able to skip by flying away.
In the dream there are people I recognise, but few of the people I meet in the dream are real. Most of the people I do recognise are dead, or else are young versions of people who are now much older.
In checking on-line I've found that dreaming about being in an endless mall is common. My mall isn't endless, but finding my way out is always frustrating. Also common are dreams of malls having many levels. Mine only have two open levels at the most.
The mall continues out of doors, and is covered by a giant glass dome. Through one exit is a university. A fair distance away, on the edge of the mall, there are apartment-condos, and in the dream I live in one of these.
As much as I hate the mall, what's outside is much worse.