This morning I awoke from a dream. I was looking up at the night sky and it was just as it once was. Millions and millions of stars, crisscrossing, overlapping, superimposing, three dimensional stars. The sky was as I had known it as a child, a sweet chaos, with its own logic, creating and destroying the suns of the universe. In my dream there was also chaos in the world, that of my young years, but not so much as today. Rock and roll was unseating the reign of the crooners. Freedom was being redefined.
There were guns then, but they remained hidden, often shotguns unloaded in the back in the closet. Only the unhinged, truly criminal, or a soldier on duty would use them to kill human beings. Only those in the forest searching for game, to eat, or for a hunter’s sport. There were no perceptible peacetime mass murders, no young killing the young. There were switchblades, and the dark dance of teenage boys on the prowl, looking for a fight. They shot squirrels for their tails, or for meat in the stew pot. They sang on the streetcorners, holy harmonies, but they did not kill one another. This morning I awoke from a dream. I could see all the stars as they once were. Tonight, if I’m lucky, when I look up at the sky, I may see a small smattering. But my dream reminds me that they are here, still her, shedding light, always above us.
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