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Here’s what I think needs to happen. I’m pretty sure that we’re not alone in the universe and that the other creatures there are smarter than we are. If they were even less than 1% smarter than we are, it would be like the difference between the average human and a bright, hyper labradoodle. When they come, if they’re not already here (hello, Stephen Miller, Michael Flynn, Rudy Giuliani, come on), I want them to give us, train us or whatever, in how to see one another’s dreams. Not only from last night but from several years back. Probably they extend out from us like pheromones, but we cannot yet perceive them. Maybe they actually push out from us like auras, except that instead of being color coded they are words, words we will be able to hear, images we will be able to see. We will understand each other on a level that will either make us compassionate and empathetic, or selfish and paranoid.
Passing one another on the street we may have dreams that are similar. Maybe they fall in love, binding us in ways we cannot understand, an attraction or a sympathy. Conversely, what if, by your dreams I understand that you are a straight and narrow kind of guy with a touch of confused paranoia that makes you think a COVID shot could make your balls fall off, in a bad way. None of us would need that first, awkward date. Other than the sex and actual personal history we would already be in and out of each other’s deepest thoughts and impressions in less than an instant. We would know each other’s longings and could fuck each other with great abandon then without worrying if the other person wanted children (we’d already know), dreamt of flying (check) loved life so robustly that he brought his dreams with him, even when it was just you two.
Tucking your dreams to bed together in the crowded, moonlit movie of your dreams you would soar, abruptly fall, be at the wrong address, in the wrong costume, see all your versions of Mother Mary come to you, everything would look familiar but your mother would be a child, your child, with a man who is not your father….You know, dream stuff. On the doubly big screen, in technicolor.