Last night, I dreamt that I was with Michelle Obama. She smiled big at a fancy party where she greeted people. She was the belle of the ball. We were supposed to meet to discuss air pollution. I asked her if the bad air bothered her. She smiled wider, enjoying her newfound Presidential-like attention. She seemed blinded to the reality that bad air feels bad.
Maybe it was because she felt so good that she said,
"I don't notice the air." She looked beyond me to party-goers. "I feel good."
Somehow I knew later we'd do our interview about air pollution with my video camera in the park.
I set up the video camera in the park. My purse and back-pack with sound gear were nearby. People enjoyed the park. The big open spaces. Green lawn. Shade of trees.
As I set up the tripod, I noticed a vagabound, looking in my belongings for food. I became aware of other poor people seeking water and shoes, and resources with which to live. There was a sense of desperation for natural resources in the air, and I became aware that people weren't interested in money, not like in the old days when money had value and people looked for money to steal.
Now people just wanted food, water, clothes, and shelter.
I woke up.
