I haven’t written anything in a while, but trust me — there’s been a lot on my mind. Today, I’m sitting at my desk, thinking about what’s going on in the world, wishing we could all be full of rainbows and glitter and get along — and knowing that we can’t.
I recently had a dream that was very troubling. I haven’t had many like this, so it was something that could have been a recycling of current events versus actual deep-seated fears. However, with all of the shootings going on, the dream consisted of me being at Disneyland and there was a terrorist attack by a group of Japanese schoolgirls. We couldn’t figure out how they got the guns into Disneyland, because they do a bag check — though not an actual pat down — and then it was discovered that the guns were being implanted in the balloons, and then the Japanese tourists were buying the balloons, popping them and going on their attacks.
Okay, it’s not something that is very reasonable. But hey — it was a dream. My subconscious telling me something.
I’ve watched the rhetoric continue to rise over the course of the last several months, all due to the political system, and I am frightened for my country, for my fellow countrymen, for my family, and for myself.
I am a gay man. There’s no secret about that. To hear the things that come out of the mouth of someone who is hoping to be the president of our country is frightening. Not only frightening, but terrifying. I can’t rationalize how anyone in their right mind would think that he is a good, safe choice.
But politics aside, what it is doing is breeding this fear that is now running rampant. I’m afraid of how this will end — in bloodshed, in harmless hurt. I don’t know how to stop it, and it’s frightening.
So, what do I do? Continue to love. Continue to be who I am. Continue to preach tolerance and peace, while condemning the hurt and hate that seems to be the default reaction and go-to emotion for so many.
Dreams out of fear are quickly turning into nightmares.