mikao's world

awake and dreaming

i had a dream the other morning that i was in africa. i was in an art class in a building with big windows, and we were all positioned with easels in front of the windows and were expected to paint something outside the window. but there just wasn't anything outside the window that i wanted to paint.

we had been there almost two hours and i was starting to think i was a bit of a failure for not having been inspired to paint anything, and then i started talking to my friend alisha from school who was also there about the other time i was in africa and how i would be sad to leave africa for the second time without really having seen africa (btw, i've never left north america). just about then, the sun began to set and it was setting a lovely green colour liek some northern lights, behind a horizon of those twiggy kind of trees you expect to see in africa and with stars twinkling in the black sky above... and it was then i was inspired and knew instantly what to paint, the beauty of an african sunset.

alisha and i stepped outside onto the deck and began to hear a low rumbling sound and soon looked up to see hundreds of little missiles flying overhead of us, little missles not too much bigger than our hands. they were all on their way to bomb a country.

slowly, one began to fall out of formation, closer and closer to us, and i began to sing that part of "one hundred bottles of beer on the wall" where it says "if one of these bottles should happen to fall..."

and then someone caught the missile. "must have been defective," he said, and tossed it into the garbage.

i can remember thinking that was a good thing. otherwise we would all be dead.

how much different would we see war if it was fought on our own soil? how much less supportive would we be if there weren't media bans on war footage and photography. if we had seen the carnage of the gulf war would we be as supportive or apathetic as we are towards this war?