Dreams Provide an Eye Opening Perspective

Do you remember your dreams? Are you open to interpreting the movie that played out in your sleep? Or, when you wake up do you simply go about your day without even thinking about the dream you experienced.

I am fascinated by my dreams. Subconsciously, things and events which may be troubling me will eventually play out in my mind. It is like an unwritten diary, of sorts. The fun begins in the morning when I attempt to decipher and break down exactly what transpired while I was off in lullaby land. Last night’s dream involved many issues including, religious freedom, racism, control, suppression, violence, and the denial of basic liberties.

There was fear, mayhem,IMG_0849 and chaos in the streets. People were running for their lives. No one was immune from the wrath of the oppressors. I was huddled with several others in a kitchen. We had the window curtain askew and were peeking at the Middle-Eastern men yelling and racing through the streets with swords and rifles. I don’t know if this terrorist group was Isis or the Taliban, but they were definitely zealots with an agenda of either death or life if we followed their religious beliefs.

Extreme anxiety had enveloped the crowd as they attempted to flee the deadly attackers. Knowing that it would only be a matter of time before we were captured, tortured and eventually murdered, I made my escape. I was caught up in a group of others who were rushing. We didn’t know where we were heading. The only thing we were certain of was our imminent demise if we got captured. I recall with vivid clarity how many of us stood out from those Middle-Eastern men. You see, we were all Caucasians. In any event, I found a police car with the keys in the ignition and jumped into it. Shaking uncontrollably I sped off in a cloud of dirt. I was headed in the opposite direction of all the pandemonium when I awoke.

My dream gave me just a slim glimpse what people of color must feel like in a crowd of judgmental white people. Additionally, religious freedom should be exactly that. No government or ruling party should impose secular beliefs or tenets on an entire society. Furthermore, we should all be constantly on our guard regarding the loss of our rights and freedoms.

Yes, this was a nightmare, but even more alarming is knowing these things really do occur on a daily basis. That is the harsh absoluteness of having a bad dream.

Dennis L. Page

LIFE AND DEATH

LIFE AND DEATH

We are innocently born into a world of unknowns. We live and then we die. The cycle of life from conception to death has been completed. Once we depart this planet our words and deeds will be the legacy we leave behind.

For some the opportunity to live a full life is nonexistent. After taking their first breaths they may succumb to disease, trauma, or by accidental means. We stare off into space wondering how/why these things happen, but alas, they do.

Lamaze classes were nonexistent when my first child was born. Dads weren’t allowed in the delivery room and instead were ushered into a waiting room where the cigarette smoke was thick and hung in the air like an old bingo hall. There wasn’t much conversation among those waiting and dads paced and chain smoked until the obstetrician would call their names. It was a gut-wrenching and numbing time of anticipation wondering about the health of mom and baby. By the time I was summoned to see my wife there was only one other expectant father left in the waiting room.

I remember my wife was shaking all over when I saw her. The doctor told me she was suffering from a form of shock. Then the miracle happened as the nurse brought in my baby girl. We were filled with love, joy, hope, and thoroughly into this most wonderful moment when we heard a woman sobbing on the other side of the curtain. Her husband had joined her as the doctor expressed his sincere sympathy on the loss of their child. Apparently, this woman had miscarriages in the past and through her tears, the doctor kept reassuring her how young she was and kept encouraging the couple not give up and to keep trying for another baby. I could not imagine the pain and sorrow they were feeling. Here we were, a family, celebrating life on one side of a curtain and on the other side a husband and wife were mourning the loss of a child. There is life and there is death and it can all happen in an instant.

The required three-day hospital stay was over as I scurried up the hospital sidewalk. The morning was awash in bright sunshine and I was agog and completely oblivious to my surroundings. Walking in my direction were a man and a woman. He had his arm around her and a solemn aura enveloped them. It was the couple from the recovery room who had lost their child. I lowered my head as they passed me on the left side, not knowing what to say. My happiness was countered by their grief.

Yesterday a man walked into a school and entered his estranged wife’s special education classroom. Two children stood behind their teacher as the man shot and killed his wife and then took his own life. One child was critically injured and an eight-year-old boy died. This incident touched me deeply for a number of reasons. I weep for the teacher, the child who died, the child who was critically wounded and for all the children who will be traumatized forever.

We live and then we die and when the latter happens is anyone’s guess.

Dennis L. Page

Just My Opinion

Just My Opinion

Unless and until the majority rises up in unison and resists we will all be complicit in the establishment of an oligarchy.

We are now at the crossroads of a defining moment in our country. Do you want to be complacent and simply let the cards fall where they may or are you willing to fight to save this country? I’m not going to sit back idly watching Trump and his family destroy this nation. I will call and write members of congress. I will continue to tweet to DT, the GOP, Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell and any other politician who is rubber stamping this oligarchy. These people are NOT patriots. These are traitors selling their constituents down the river while they fatten their pockets on the backs of our blood, sweat, and tears. 

This is a partial definition of oligarchy from Wikipedia: “Oligarchy (from Greek ὀλιγαρχία (oligarkhía); from ὀλίγος (olígos), meaning ‘few’, and ἄρχω (arkho), meaning ‘to rule or to command’)[1][2][3] is a form of power structure in which power rests with a small number of people. These people might be distinguished by nobility, wealth, family ties, education or corporate, religious or military control. Such states are often controlled by a few prominent families who typically pass their influence from one generation to the next, but inheritance is not a necessary condition for the application of this term.
Throughout history, oligarchies have often been tyrannical, relying on public obedience or oppression to exist. Aristotle pioneered the use of the term as a synonym for rule by the rich,[4] for which another term commonly used today is plutocracy.”

Perhaps I’m an idealist, but I still believe words have power.

Dennis L. Page

A Different Perspective

A Different Perspective

I think the world would be a rosier planet if we would learn to be more flexible, rather than being stuck in the rut of ideological stagnation.

I’m reading “All I Really Need To Know I Learned in Kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum and first published his #1 best seller in 1986. I was tucked into bed last night thoroughly enjoying all the little observations of life the author described so eloquently and then turned to page 50. I smiled to myself and made a mental note that in the morning I would share two paragraphs with anyone who cared to take the time to read them and think about the possibilities of a different perspective:

“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode half in the air…explode softly…and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth…boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either…not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

Guess that sounds absurd, doesn’t it? A bit dumb. Crazy and silly and weird. But I was reading in the paper today how much money the Russians and our Congress just set aside for weapons. And I think about what those weapons will do. And I’m not confused about what is weird and silly and crazy and absurd. And I’m not confused by a lack of, or the need for, imagination in low or high places. Pass the crayons, please.”

Today I am coloring my world in bright and happy and pleasing hues. Oh, yes…one more thing about kindergarten and my day today is knowing that eventually, it will be nap time.

Dennis L. Page

Charge

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We want what we want and we want now it now seems to be a common denominator for many in the United States. Money is no object when the consumer is armed with credit cards.

I nearly choked on my coffee this morning when I heard the average credit card debt in America is $16,061. This figure doesn’t factor in debt for car loans, student loans or mortgages. Americans are spending $1,309 annually just on credit card interest. In other words, approximately $109.00 per month is dedicated to only paying interest charges. I suppose this wouldn’t be so bad if average household incomes were six figures, but, the average annual household income is only a mere $58,000. Figures like these make my head explode.

I was raised to believe you shouldn’t have a champagne appetite if you are living on a beer budget. I think many people are confused and feel a 60-inch television, fine dining, exotic vacations, new cars, and the latest in electronic gadgetry are necessities when, in fact, they are the “extras” in life.

Dennis L. Page

Scared Speechless

 

If we are fortunate to live long enough then we have, undoubtedly, witnessed enormous changes in our world. Many things have influenced and improved the quality of our lives and yet, people are people and sadly, human characteristics and traits haven’t kept up with progress.

Our penal system is overcrowded with thieves, rapists, child molesters, bullies, murderers, drunks, and drug addicts. I would guess that 2000 years ago these same types of people were also locked up.The more things change the more they remain the same.

As a young boy, I idolized my uncle. He was, indeed, the strongest person I knew and exhibited no fear of anyone or anything. I was spending the night with my uncle and his new wife. It was a hot and humid summer evening when they decided to stop at a small grocery store in an unsavory neighborhood. As a 9-year old, I had elected to stay in the backseat of the car while my aunt and uncle picked up a few items in the store.

I remember staring at the bugs flying around the parking lot lights. Suddenly, out of the shadows and into the light a monster appeared. The man was huge and an evil aura surrounded him. His glazed eyes were focused on me and he approached the car walking like Frankenstein with his arms outstretched. If he ever got ahold of me I knew the outcome would not be a pleasant one. Frantically, I started to roll up the back windows and lock the doors. Automobiles didn’t have electric windows or electric locks in those days. The man had his hands on the hood of the vehicle as he made his way around to my side. I leaped over the seat and rolled up one of the front windows. The monster wasn’t giving up and again circled the car to get me. I tried to scream for help but no sounds came out. When the attacker thrust his hairy arm through the remaining open window I proceeded to roll it up as fast as I could. I now had four of his fingers jammed and I held onto the window knob for dear life. A cab driver arrived on the scene and grabbed the man and threw him into his cab and sped off. No one came to my assistance that frightening evening and I never felt so helpless. It took several days before my voice returned.

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I had another traumatizing event happen when I was 12-years old. Both of my parents worked and as an only child I would get off the school bus, unlock our kitchen door and immediately call my mom from the wall hung phone next to the door and let her know I was okay. In our hallway was a door that led down to the basement. The basement had steel walkout double doors that were normally bolted shut. On this particular day, I had laid my school books on the kitchen table and was speaking with my mother when I noticed the door to our basement was left ajar and the door jam was splintered. My mom was in a panic when I looked into the dining room and noticed my bank (the building in the above picture was Syracuse Savings and my bank was a bronzed replica) pried opened and empty on the dining room table. I was frozen with fear not knowing whether the robber was in the house when my mom told me to run next door. I thought my feet were in cement as I rushed over to the sanctuary of Mrs. Russo’s house.

Although I didn’t lose my voice during this incident, the feeling of imminent peril was certainly present. Childhood innocence is fragile and these two events took some of that away from me but lost innocence would grow exponentially with time.

Dennis L. Page

Decision Day

KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera

It is estimated we make approximately 35,000 decisions daily. The mere thought of all those decisions has me feeling a tad overwhelmed and ready to go back to bed and pull the blanket over my head. That isn’t an option because today is grocery shopping day. Do you feel my pain?

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I’m the domestic chef of the house and most weeks I don’t mind doing the grocery shopping because I have already made a mental note of the week’s menu. Occasionally, I will have a day like this one where my mind is blank. A flip book of photos goes through my mind, scanning hundreds of images in an attempt to plan the weekly meals. Finally, the lightbulb goes off and after much cogitation, my shopping list has been developed and I’m ready to attack the aisles in the supermarket.

KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera

There is a method to my madness. I like to make dinners that will provide us with two meals. However, I do not like eating the same thing two days in a row. Consequently, I will stagger the menu. For instance, today I’ve made lasagna. Tomorrow we will have beef stew and then both dishes will be repeated…lasagna…then stew. The fifth dinner will most likely be chicken and then perhaps goulash. Once per week we either dine out in a restaurant or order take-out. Then, Sunday morning rolls around and the insanity starts all over again.

Each photo posted is a dish I’ve prepared. Whatever you decide to eat today may it be made with the love I put into the meals I prepare.

Dennis L. Page