Dream: The End of the War

Last night I dreamt about the end of the War. (WWII) There were soldiers everywhere marching home. Prior to the war I'd worked with a German-Jewish aeronatics professor whose lab was at the top of a marble tower. He'd been killed early in the war in a bombing raid, it was no longer safe to go to the lab. I was making paper airplanes to entertain a small child while we watched the Germans retreat. Two soldiers stopped and showed me variations. I was sad because they were kind to me, but still considered the enemy. I wished my professor was still alive. I felt sure he would be able to overlook nationality because his first love was science. But there was a sense, pervading the dream, that it was too late, for anything, everything. I was given work handing out supplies to POWs. These people were not interested in aeronautics, or anything but survival. Even though the war was over, it no longer had a place for dreamers, or people interested in anything but the absolute basics of survival.

I also dreamt that my mother was the owner of a metaphysical store from which my brother and I were constantly stealing tiny stones and fetishes. Symbolic, that one, but not so interesting. She was convinced we should buy these things like anyone else. We could not understand, as her children, why we shouldn't be given them for free.

Peeps

Because it's that season again, and because I still find it funny:

Peep Research (Library Version)

Peep Research (Science)

Down with Peep Research

Lord of the Peeps

Peeps in Rock History