Today I edited and re-posted the story of the dream I had in 2006 about a 12 year old who witnesses a suicide and acts irrationally out of fear of getting in trouble. The story does not read like a dream at all, and it did not feel like a dream when I was experiencing it. Usually dreams have something crazy inserted, something that just doesn’t make sense. Not this one. Somehow it was realistically scripted from beginning to end, and I was able to simply write an exact transcript as it had played out in my dream.

I wrote this in 2006, right in the middle of my five-year break from writing, and now it’s one of my favorite short-stories as it depicts the real human consequences of criminal justice and helps to give a feel for why I’m an anarchist.

Dreams I’ve Had

In The Name of Justice – a dream I had in 2006 about a middle-schooler who tries meth for the first time, witnesses a suicide, and handles the situation very poorly. This is the most well-scripted dream I’ve ever had, and the story I posted here is almost an exact transcript. Nothing added, nothing removed.

Foreman at a Racism Factory – a dream from 2009 where I was the foreman and lead programmer at a brain-implant factory that gave people implants to increase their sense of national pride.

coming at some point in the future… not necessarily soon:

Saving Jesus – the time I found Jesus starving in the woods with a broken leg and attempted to bring him back to safety.

The Nightmares(s) – the time my girlfriend and I had synchronized, coinciding nightmares.

War on Terror – I was kidnapped by an ex-marine who wanted to prove to me that Muslims were evil. He locked me in his basement, kidnapped a series of Muslims, tortured them in front of me, and convinced them to admit to things they probably had not done.