In my dream, people don’t take advantage of each other. They do not become “doctors,” “nurses,” “politicians,” “bankers,” “insurance agents,” “investment specialists” and the like, in order to take advantage of each other. They are not “teachers” and “professors,” who muzzle children, poison them with fraudulent tests, force them to receive injections that can kill any of them anytime, and push agendas that violate all decency and common sense. They do not become enablers or enforcers for tyranny, hoping for a thicker slice of their miserable parts of the blood money.
In my dream, people show genuine interest in each other’s well-being, are not jealous, but are joyful, when others are happy, mourn with those with a loss, don’t try to “cure” them, do not envy what others have, and respect life and liberty for all. They don’t try to hide their inequities, but work on perfecting themselves. They don’t blame others, but do what they can. They don’t hurt each other for no reason and, especially, they don’t hate and hurt themselves. They realize, they are the same: everybody is their mother, father, sister, or brother.
I know, I’m dying, as do we all, yet at the end of my trip here, I know that my dream will come true, because I know it will not depend on me alone.
I guess, I’m a dreamer:
This is very close to my dream. I don't expect to exist after my death, however—though I hope I do and that it's no worse (and preferably much better) than my life has been so far.
My dream IS a dream of survival, and not just survival but blissful survival.
Kittens are cute, soft, gentle and lovable. Yet, they kill for a living. Our world's paradox.