Dear Alan,

How do we get from the present to the future then?

Cherryl





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Sent: 28 March 2007 9:58 AM
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Subject: Re: Our Dreaming

Dear All,

Just to say that I do appreciate what I feel Bob is saying here, where
'dreams' are envisaged to be about 'the future' as an objectified 'desirable
project'.

My dreaming is more about 'Imagination', of the kind alluded to by Ono and
Lennon. Which has everything to do with 'the present' as a dynamic inclusion
of 'the future'.

Warmest

Alan

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From: bob Macintosh <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: 27 March 2007 18:24
Subject: Re: Our Dreaming


> Dear Cherryl and fellow dreamers,
>
> I am not offended or enraged. I am a priviledged, educated, white male, if
> that is an issue for you. I don't want to get personal, or holy about
this,
> but there is a danger in living in dreams and ideals - tomorrow, when the
> world has changed, I too will be different. But the trouble is, today, I
> want more for myself. In my dreams, my servants are happy to serve me, but
> in reality, they want their own servants themselves. The dream of a better
> world, and a better me, and a better you, is simply another manifestation
of
> the greed which prevents that better world from existing now. That is the
> corruption in our lives from which we retreat into dreams and ideals for
> tomorrow. Tomorrow is only in our minds as a dream; today we have to deal
> with rage and offence.
>
> Best wishes, bob Macintosh
>
> Talking of dreams:
>
> Bob Dylan's Talking World War III blues
>
>
> Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
> I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
> I went to the doctor the very next day
> To see what kinda words he could say.
> He said it was a bad dream.
> I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,
> They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.
>
> I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."
> He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"
> He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
> As I landed on the psychiatric couch,
> He said, "Tell me about it."
>
> Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast,
> It was all over by quarter past.
> I was down in the sewer with some little lover
> When I peeked out from a manhole cover
> Wondering who turned the lights on.
>
> Well, I got up and walked around
> And up and down the lonesome town.
> I stood a-wondering which way to go,
> I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
> And walked on down the road.
> It was a normal day.
>
> Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
> And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
> "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man."
> A shotgun fired and away I ran.
> I don't blame them too much though,
> I know I look funny.
>
> Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
> I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend,
> I guess there's just us two."
> He screamed a bit and away he flew.
> Thought I was a Communist.
>
> Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,
> "Let's go and play Adam and Eve."
> I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
> When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
> You see what happened last time they started."
>
> Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
> And there was nobody aroun',
> I got into the driver's seat
> And I drove 42nd Street
> In my Cadillac.
> Good car to drive after a war.
>
> Well, I remember seein' some ad,
> So I turned on my Conelrad.
> But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill,
> So the radio didn't work so well.
> Turned on my player-
> It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',
> "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
> Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."
>
> I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,
> I needed somebody to talk to.
> So I called up the operator of time
> Just to hear a voice of some kind.
> "When you hear the beep
> It will be three o'clock,"
> She said that for over an hour
> And I hung it up.
>
> Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
> Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams,
> But mine was a little different you see.
> I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.
> I didn't see you around."
>
> Well, now time passed and now it seems
> Everybody's having them dreams.
> Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else.
> Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
> Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
> I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
> "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
> I said that.
>