In the aftermath of the struggle to compose yesterday's post on Climate Change, I sat up late watching TeeVee and fell into a fitful sleep around midnight. I often dream of a dystopian universe in which I wander aimlessly through settings large and small in search of anyone who is not too busy to talk to me or point to a path out of the endless succession of mazes that my brain creates.
Last night was different. The world of last night's dream was one of a purpose driven quest for purity of purpose and rejection of Human Supremacy as the heritage of humanity. In that world hunting for sport had been outlawed as well eating the meat of murdered animals. President Alexandria Ocasio-Cortes had led the way in a national movement for choosing sterilization as a way of life for both sexes as a road to redemption for past human crimes. The population was shrinking steadily especially among Whites who generally acknowledged that they and their kind had nearly destroyed the planet's inner being and soul. The Electoral College was but a bitter memory for a country now ruled by the Ecological Salvation Party.
Far from being ignored I found in the dream that I had been convicted of Eco-Holocaust Denial, a statutory crime that protected the clarity of thought of the masses. The archives of the recidivist blog I had once shamelessly edited, were sufficient evidence of the evil views I had once spread across the land and I was easily convicted by the judge ruling alone in camera. Even in my dream I remembered the reality of having those archives read to me in court by prosecutors seeking to impeach my testimony.
At my trial the judge, (someone I knew) explained that I would be evaluated to determine the degree of my culpability. She said that she remembered me from the times I had testified before her and that she had some doubt as to my sanity.
In the end I was judged sane and sentenced to prison in a Club Fed place that looked a lot like Lompoc in California. My parents once lived in the town nearby and the prison looked familiar,
The Assistant Warden interviewed me on arrival . I had my stack of prison garments, bedding and issued sundries in my lap as I sat listening to her lecture. I asked when she thought I might be released. She changed the subject.
I awoke while listening to her description of the work I would be assigned in the prison garden, pl