The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
SPECIAL EDITION: Making The Apocalypse Work For You!!!
I had a dream…
In this dream, I was with a group of survivors in a wasteland. I believe it was due to a war with Russia. We were scavenging, looking for anything of use. We came across this building that was on a corner of a side road that was off a main road. We enter the building and go room to room until we hear a lot of voices outside. They are speaking another language which I assume is Russian.
We haul butt out of there and head down the side road where there are abandoned vehicles, one of them being a semi-truck with a flat-bed trailer attached. On it are boxes of equipment, weapons, food, clothes, etc. We jump aboard and get as much as we can. One guy decides to move the truck and trailer a little further up the road where it will be out of the way of the soldiers. We’re still on the trailer as he pulls it into a ditch.
Did I happen to mention the driver was Tom Hanks?
Well, it was a dream.
This dream was so powerful that I wake up from it in the middle of the night to use the restroom and when I get back into bed and fall asleep, I continue the dream.
It was pretty fantastic!!!
I know what you might be asking yourself? How can a dream about a war torn wasteland where you have to survive be considered fantastic? EVEN with Academy Award winning actor and all around great guy, Tom Hanks?
I have a huge fascination with apocalyptic and end of the world as we know it scenarios.
Oh, yeah. It’s true.
Any movie, TV show, or book that comes along where it’s based in some sort of end of the world situation, I’m interested. It doesn’t matter if it’s due to war, weather, aliens, asteroids, or even zombies. I will give it a watch. It’s been that way since I was a kid. I saw the 1950’s War of the Worlds and got hooked. Even the TV-made The Day After that dealt with nuclear war. I watched it like it was crack and I was shooting up. (Is that the correct terminology?)
Stephen King gave me some major material to take in with The Stand. I read the uncut version in about three days one summer while I was out of school.
And my obsession with them has got more intense as I’ve got older. Of course, I love The Walking Dead and I re-watch movies such as 2012 (bad), The Day After Tomorrow (not as bad), World War Z (a lot better than I thought), Deep Impact (what can I say, I like it) and Shaun of the Dead (one of my favorite movies EVER). Yes, I do watch the bad ones because they still feed the need of world destruction.
Now, what is the deal with this obsession? Why am I obsessed with the world going kaput?
I have thought about this a lot. I mean A LOT. I have thought about it driving, trying to go to sleep, trying to go back to sleep, in the shower, and I have thought about it excessively at work.
It’s sort of an answer to some problems. Now, let me explain. Everyday worries would go away. Bills, work, and everyday problems would be gone.
I know, I know. I understand you would be trading first world problems with problems of trying to find food, shelter, and just plain survival. You would be working to stay alive and if you have people with you that you care about, those problems become harder and multiplied. I get it.
Now, let me give you a situation. Let’s say you have a guy who is on the bottom of the totem pole. He’s looked down on and is seen by only the job/jobs that he has/had and not by what he knows. Then, the world has to deal with a war, horrible weather on a biblical scale, an outbreak of some horrible sickness, an asteroid crashes into the earth, or the dead arise and walk around trying to eat human flesh.
This guy, who was looked down upon in a normal world, becomes someone of importance. His knowledge of how things work and his IQ are finally seen for what it is. In these kind of situations, important jobs and privileges people had in the normal world will mean nothing. The people that was looked over will rule the world.
I admit, I might have certain bias feelings about this. And yes, I see myself as the guy who gets looked over and passed over because of jobs I have had in my life. I might have a small, tiny, petty, wee, slight bit of anger about it and there’s a certain petite, small-scale, paltry, meager, trifling amount of me that would love to prove my worth, even if the cities have to get wiped out to do it.
Before you curse me, let me say this. Of course I don’t want this to happen. I want the world to be safe and I want all of us to live together in peace. I do have a daughter in this world that I want to see grow up happy and I want her to make her dreams come true. That would be really hard to do scavenging to survive in a world of dust and broken buildings.
I’m ready, though. IF we decide the world needs an overhaul and send the missiles into the air or some deadly disease gets out of the CDC and kills off whole parts of the population and one group ends up in Colorado and the other ends up in Nevada and the good guys end up having to take a STAND, I’m ready.
I’m ready to get my hands dirty and show what I can do. I’m ready to lead and protect. And I’m ready to give up all of those dead end jobs and live up to my potential.
And maybe Tom Hanks will be there.
I love that guy. But who doesn’t?
October 13th, 2017
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.