I had a Dream

[averygoodun42]

Night before last, I dreamt that I and a bunch of other people had found our way to a Utopia. It was in the form of a train station, but, you know, at least it wasn't King's Cross.

Life was idyllic. There was no war, no currency, no judgment, no hate. The only downside was that there was no outside, and no way out.

Being human, every now and again we looked for signs of an outgoing train, but the tracks were clogged. We were warm and fed, so it didn't bother us much.

As I wandered throughout the covered city, I met many people. Some I knew in person, some I knew by reputation, and some I didn't know at all. One of the people I knew by reputation was Obama. He was happily relaxing, soaking up the fake rays and enjoying the lack of press.

And then a train came. It was a subway car from previous decades, silver and gray, with little comfort offered, but people clamored to it, ready to leave for the real world. One of the first people on the train was Obama. As I was going through the train, looking for someone I'd lost, I came across Obama and asked, "Why on earth are you going back? Your life out there is going to be nothing but pain."

He quirked his lips up rather humorlessly, but responded sincerely, "Because it's my responsibility now."


Here's hoping that Obama will be responsible, sincere, and what we need as President. And that he won't get assassinated for the effort.

Comments

[ashfae.livejournal.com]

Oh. *hugs*

[wrong-universe.livejournal.com]

Wow. What a great dream. I like the idea of being able to travel to and fro from Utopia. I admit, Utopia would be nice but I think it would become boring every once in a while.

Some guys in one of my classes have a bet going on as to how long it will be before someone makes an assassination attempt on him. I guess on some level, everyone has considered the possibility.

[zalena.livejournal.com]

No way out... I think I'd take the train, too, even if it meant certain conflict. I mean, some people would say this is what happens when we 'choose' to be born, that the whole point of incarnation is to get in there and do the work.