10/02-10/03/11
I dreamt I was part of a panel, we actually called ourselves an inquisition. Just as you see on TV, a group of people behind a long dais, each one with a gavel. Except we were not dressed as judges but in regular street clothes. We were there to decide the fate of rich executives who had devastated our economy.
I guess my recent activist activities have bled over into my subconscious. No, I don’t hope it goes down like this. Maybe some people need to be brought to trial, but not an “inquisition.”