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My Own Self Worth |
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I go to bed. Close my
eyes only for the next 8 hours or so.
Held tight within the confinements of my sheets I drift off and go
into a mindless dormant state. I am in a slave auction but if
there was one in modern Madrid. Shoved
onto the wooden platform the fat slobs next to me shove me even further with
their long wooden sticks. There were
about five of us standing there as if a person was going to throw us feed and
put is behind chicken wire. They put
me up first, bound and shackled and a hand goes up. Pushed on to the dirt this person takes me to his large truck
and tells me to stay still or he will shoot me, better off. After a lengthy ride I found myself in a
large ranch. I am relieved of the
tight rope that bounds my body and taken to a small shack by three other
large men. When in there I see many
hooks and carving-type tools. I see a
vision of a sharp blade and finally see a rural vegetable stand. In the corner of a slightly large tent
near the stand are my carvings for a miniscule 17 cents. Theme of Dream: Maybe it is a true realization of
the affect that the human race has on the Earth or how much I mean to Earth. Or it could be the realization that the
meat of a human would be less than that of a cow (I don’t know about anyone
else but I am pretty tender). |
