Lately, I keep having this recurring dream. I am at the zoo, inside the monkey cage of all places. On either side of me are troops of chimpanzees. Strangely, one bunch is red and the other blue. They seem oblivious to my presence but are clearly agitated, exchanging withering looks of hostility. The only sound is the murmur of a large crowd that has gathered around the cage in mild curiosity. Suddenly, a terrible screeching commences, and I instinctively hunch down. All about me, the chimpanzees have begun jumping around, shrieking and gesticulating. The cacophany builds, and I cover my ears, watching helplessly as a rotund red chimp on one side scoops up some nearby dung and hurls it at a blue chimp across the way. Then, before I can even open my mouth to protest—which, in retrospect, was fortunate—fecal matter is flying everywhere, splattering around and upon me like Beelzebub’s rain. Caught in the middle, I can do little but curl in a ball and weather the hellish storm. From the corner of my eye, I see that the crowd has turned its back and started to disperse. Silently, I scream…and then awaken.
So what do you think it means?
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1) you shouldn’t eat anything after 8 PM.
2) you should move to New Zeiland.
3) you should dedicate all your free time and discrecionary income to restoring an old car.
4) you should volunteer for a tour of duty with Feminists Without Borders.
Good (and amusing) advice, pugpusher. Thank you. So where is the nearest recruiting station for Feminists Without Borders?
umm, I could be mistaken,however I’d be willing to bet my next paycheck that you need look no further than that person lying next to you. If peace truly does begin at home, than where else, but in one’s bed.
It’s a start,if only we all could agree to the reality.