The Movement

Last night I had the craziest dream ever, it manifested out of my desire for greatness--I think. A little background: I'm a very ambitious person, sometimes it gets in the way. A lot of the time I'll think I'm better than other people and I'll talk down to them. I'm trying to work on it, honest. But the point is, I've always wanted to do something that people will remember forever. Invent something, cure something, or even lead a revolution/rebellion. Okay, that last one was a bit out there...Now here's my dream.

I had a dream that I saved the world. Not by brute force/violence, but by words. In my dream I inspired a group of less than enthusiastic teens to band together and resist the Occupation. The Occupation was about adults interfering with the workings of the "Teen World". See, in my dream everybody was a teenager. Nobody aged after a certain procedure when one turns 13. The adults were from the time before the procedure. They were envious of the youth, so they controlled and oppressed them.

In these town-hall type gatherings, I would give the most eloquent speeches about freedom, unity, and untapped potential. The Revolution wasn't bloody, but the exchange of words was very sharp. In the end, we defeated the adults using nothing but words. To quote FOB, "I was an arms dealer, fitting them with weapons in the form of words".

I woke up as everyone was chanting my name. Overall that was a pretty good dream. It felt good to be able to move crowds with words, to be able to change something. I felt important in my dream. I think if a movement was ever needed in our time, I could probably step up to the plate. Wow, that dream on inflated my ego...