15 May 2026
I think Trump went to China to try and sell the US.
We are no longer united, so we're easier to auction off. Why else would he go there with CEO's instead of actual diplomats?
And I think China said no...not yet.
So that's cool. Guess I'll start learning Chinese.
I haven't had a nightmare in a minute, being awake is enough of a terror. But last night I had a version of my famous Airport Nightmares. Usually I'm trying to catch a flight and can't find anyone--like my children. Or I run up endless ramps. Airports are very tall in my dreams, like skyscrapers. Or those stacked Carvana things that look like a matchbox car container. I rarely make my flight, and when I do it's a massive cargo plane thing and it's wonderful.
Last night was very different. I was apparently with students, both sped and gen ed, but once at the airport, I had to go to two separate locations to collect the sped kids who were going to a different destination with me. I guess I just had to get the gen ed kids in the building. As I was walking behind the sped kids on the last ramp toward security, I realized I didn't have my bag. Any bag. Or ID. In my mind's eye I had a red purse and a white purse that I had somehow left at home.
White is a new beginning,higher consciousness. Red is passion.
Cool.
As I've pointed out in my title, I am sixty. There are no new beginnings for me, I'm done.I left all hope and passion at home.
Which is what the dream is telling me. You can't get on the plane and leave because your passion and higher consciousness are at home. So you're stuck. Because you're sixty, and you really shouldn't be here any more, as in here here on earth and the US, but here you are. Useless. Taking up resources. Failed at being even a baseline ATM for your struggling children.
Dream analysis says being stuck in an airport is anxiety about a missed opportunity or fear of change. No Change Is Happening unless you count Country On Fire. Being stuck at the airport is listed on Dream Scapes as stagnation, procrastination or external obstacles. Umm...age. Being 60 and done is the obstacle. I am too old for a revolution. Luckily nobody is asking me to lead one. So the anxiety is horrible because there is nothing I CAN do and even if I was asked, I am OLD and cannot. This. Sucks.
In addition to the sudde re-emergence of the airport anxiety nightmare, I have a friend who is a bit of a psychic who felt the need to tell me that I would be leaving educational theatre in 2027 (or 2028?) for "Something that hasn't been built yet". Well, if it's on ME to build it, that's not happening friends.
Sixty.
60.
Six. Zero.
6.0.
Six decades.
Wasted. Accomplished nothing. No change, no impact. Did not stop Reagan. Did not stop Trump. Did not make enough money to stay above water.
Wait what are the numbers in that song from HAIR? Not 6.0. 3.5.0. Three Five Zero. What does that mean? It's a rough song "Prisoners in N------town it's a dirty little war, three five zero zeroooo! Hold your weapons up and begin to kill, watch that long ..." I'm just singing it. I should look it up.
Mocking Casualty Statistics: The number represents 3,500, a false figure that was rumored to be the estimated number of Viet Cong troops killed per month by the U.S. military. The song mocks the military's attempts to use heroic propaganda and fabricated "body counts" to justify the horrors of the Vietnam War.
OK. That's wild. I literally just heard the song in my head as I was writing.
And I'm living in repeated history and lies.
Electronic data processing, black uniforms, barefeet carbines, mail order rifles shoot the muscle.
I first heard this song in the eight grade. I can still sing every lyric from HAIR.
At 60.
Did I mention I'm 60?
UPDATE turns out Trump DID sell us to China. Or at least some of our farmland.
Scene.
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