A Dream of Home Invasion
I woke up early this morning after having a pretty bad dream. My home was invaded by three men with shotguns who trapped me and my wife. As they looked at my wife, they told me my children would be drugged, stuffed in boxes, and taken across the border where they would be sold. I woke briefly from that dream, fell right back asleep and had a longer follow-up dream in which I was stomping on the head of one of the invaders again and again. I write a lot about overcoming a politics based on fear, but of course I have fears, and some of them are strong fears. I have in me the potential for great violence, but that potential is not activated because my fears are neither brought to reality nor very likely in reality. I’m fortunate in that regard. To create a more peaceful world it is crucial that we elect leaders who know how to create situations in which people’s fears are abated, not inflated. After we bring those leaders into office, we need to keep reminding them to actually do that.