they own my dreams....

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i think that the corruption, greed, hate, clutter and general poisoning effect modern society is having on me has bleed through to my sub-conscious. i had a dream last night that i was babysitting two little irish boys about 7 and 5, while their mother went to work. the father, from my understanding, worked 12 hours in a coal mine of factory of some sort and the mother was a house cleaner. they lived in an apartment on street level. the place was two stories, with steep stairs, and narrow enough for me to be able to touch both walls. it had the look of a DC or baltimore townhouse. there was a small living room with an open kitchen in the back half of the apartment. all the furniture was aged, unfinished wood. the two little boys where dressed in outfits circa 1930's. the whole environment had that feel to it. this experience was so foreign to me. i knew this was the past, and i knew who i was and when i was from, but it seemed that i was supposed to be there at that time watching these children. i hadn't the slightest idea what kind of routine they followed or what they where or where not allowed to do, so i asked them. first we had toast, toasted on a cast iron stove, for breakfast. then we went outside and the boys played ball in the street with some of the other children. i sat on the stoop and watched them. for lunch we went in and had eggs and toast, because eggs was the only food that was in the house, the mother hadn't been shopping yet. unbeknownst to me, the mother walked in the house and went up stairs, apparently exhausted, from whatever work she had just done, and fell asleep. after lunch i read aloud to the two boys and there was a quiet time, where the youngest one fell asleep and the older one just read to himself. after that, we went back outside and the children played some more and the mother came down and told me that she had been up stairs asleep. she asked me how our day was and i told her that i had a fantastic time and the children where great and that if she ever needed me to babysit again i would anytime. she looked and me confused and i began to tell her what we did that day and that i did indeed really enjoy myself because where i come from things would never had been that simple or calm and relaxed. we said out good byes and i woke up. open to interpretation. ~end

p.s. i dream in color.