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1) I confess, this bolt up awake at 1:30, or 3:00, or 4:00 AM is not something I'm proud of. You can see it means I have struggles with my dream life. There is a nightmare in America, and my nightly encounters with it are not merely my own.
2) Often my dreams appear to be merely personal, my challenge here, the difficulty I face over there, typical mythical themes that any Jung-inspired analyst would laugh at since everyone has the same damned dreams.
3) So, what's the deal with the Bald Eagle? It was once endangered, an endangered species, but now its coming back. We have a local family, right here where I live in Virginia. I don't see them too often, but my heart leaps when I do.
4) No, I don't have obvious symbols in my dreams like elephants and donkeys. And no, bald eagles never swoop in to save the day in my dreams, either. What happens is that my unbreakable status as a Forgotten American underlies my nightmares.
5) By "unbreakable," I don't mean actually. I don't believe that for a minute, not even at midnight. I mean that my nightmares portray a horrible vision of the impossibility of breaking out, breaking through, breaking up. Stuck in the downside, I am merely forgotten.
6) Forgotten? Forgotten dreams. Forgotten hopes and aspirations. Forgotten faith. @realDonaldTrump told us in 2016 that the system was rigged. Bolt upright, I sat up in my chair staring at the TV. I felt I'd faced a rigged system for my entire life. Rigged against me.
7) It wasn't rigged against me, personally. I know that. It never cared about little old me, yay or nay, for or agin". What I know now, is that the system tipped against the little guy, the individual, during my lifetime. It tipped for globalism, and against individualism.
8) I read Ayn Rand when I was living in New England in the late 90s. You should have seen me driving past old structures that should have been torn down 100 years ago, raging. A building must justify its presence. Every act of man must. Why is this thing there?
9) Ayn Rand taught me that every structure is a man's act. In the building, in the maintaining, in the disrepair, in the dying, in the burying. In every moment, a building expresses the will and might, the lack of will and weakness of men. Learning to see like that isn't easy.
10) @SidneyPowell1 recently taught me the same lesson. A law is a man's act. It must justify its existence. The practice of justice is the act of men. Within it, today in America, evil has a home. Freedom is falling, and our prosecutorial establishment, and our judges allow it.
11) Did I say allow? Surf upon is more like it. The joy of their lives, their power and riches, is built upon this slow motion destruction over the decades. If @SidneyPowell1 writes a sequel, it might be titled "Corruption Wins." Crime pays, and judicial corruption wins.
12) Don't believe in the sadness you hear in my nightmare driven complaints. Well, the sadness is true. But it does NOT indicate our future. On the contrary, we must make America great again, and we shall.
13) I'm about to head back up to bed for a few hours attempt at sleep again, now. Wait, there's another bald eagle flying across my mind's view screen. American victory? Winning again? Its application to my personal life? To the public square of America Herself?
14) We dream for ourselves, about ourselves. We dream for family, friends, neighborhood, brotherhood. We dream for our nation in Her past, present and future. I will dream a renewed dream of victory.
15) I will dream a dream of America justifying Herself all over again as Ayn Rand would have Her do. I will dream a dream of being a small part of that far greater dream, personally.
