Maybe it’s because I dream big when I’m awake, and have always had trouble sleeping, but I hardly ever dream when I’m asleep. Or at least I don’t recall those messages from my slumbering mind. The past two nights have been different.The night before last, I dreamed that a “man-man,” as they get dubbed at my collective house, was yelling at me and a bunch of onlookers sat silently around us.Last night, I dreamed of dried-up riverbeds and parched earth, with myself and so many others scrambling for scraps of water.Patriarchy and the ecological crisis — which as my old pal Murray Bookchin used to always affirm, was in fact a social crisis — are powerful motivators for the subconscious. Maybe that’s why I prefer to daydream, in hopes of keeping nightmares at bay. Society and its -isms are nightmare aplenty.
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(Photo by Cindy Milstein of likely sanctioned “graffiti” in San Francisco’s disappearing Mission, 2014)