If I dream... it's rare for me to remember. But once in a while I'll dream about something strange and bizarre. I suppose by definition all dreams are strange. The dreams I've remembered have a distinct logic to them. They aren't disjointed or disorganized. Within the dream itself, it's always in perfect order.
About six months ago I dreamed that a catastrophic event was going to happen in a city. I didn't recognize the city, but I knew the threat was real and I had a slim chance to avert the disaster. The key was the task I had to complete in a limited time. A series of large buttons were installed at various points across the city. I had to ride a subway from point to point, pushing the buttons in a certain sequence, pushing the last button before the catastrophe was unleashed on the city.
I don't know what the catastrophe was. I only know that I woke up knowing that I wouldn't reach the last button in time.
It was a disturbing dream for me because the logic was real. As I rushed from button to button, riding on the never-ending subway, I was firmly convinced that I was the only hope for the city. And I knew there was no one I could ask for help.
As I look back on it, I think many of us are tied up in our little dream worlds, rushing from point to point, certain that we are the only hope for our cities. Eventually, we reach the final point only to fail. And I wonder if we would have succeeded in saving our cities if only we had reached out for help... if only we had not tried to do everything ourselves. I wonder...