It was one of those flash dreams that happens in a second. Then I awoke, jotted down notes, and through the night a few more of these mega dreams came to me. A gestalt of ideas and impressions, and odd visuals that had huge and deeply felt emotions.
I saw Dick Cheney in an orange jump suit and chains and surrounded by guards as he humbly stood in front of a three judge panel.
That was that piece.
I dreamt I saw Jonah Goldberg with a helmet and a rifle and he was crying and running. Imagine a camera tracking backwards as he is in full gear running, training, at Fort Jackson, South Carolina, where the US Army makes infantrymen. And I saw a headline that a judge has inducted him involuntarily and 13 weeks later he will be in Iraq.
Rumsfeld was standing in front of the International Court at the Hague, in a suit with a translators ear phone, behind a bullet proof glass. He looked like Eichmann and he was as unremorseful.
More terrible terrible images. Films. Terrible things we’ve done to people. That were all hidden.
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