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Tuesday, April 05, 2016

My dreams, and what they reveal

Dreams are a fascinating business because of what they reveal about us.


​I don't mean dreams in the sense of our ambitions, although that also is true. No, what I mean is that I love to hear people share the dreams they have at night when they're off in slumberland. The flying dreams. The dreams that make no sense. The dreams that were terrifying at the time but seem ridiculous in the light of day.

(We still laugh about the nightmare I had when I was 6 years old. I realized a few years ago that it was based on a "Schoolhouse Rock" video, but at the time, I was so frightened that I threw up on my younger brother in his sleep. We all laugh about that detail, except for Steve. For some reason, Steve doesn't find it funny at all.)

Some years ago, I had a dream that Peter Parker and Bruce Wayne were working at the Daily Bugle together. Not only did they know each each other's secret identity, each of them kept dropping hints about it in front of everyone else. "Don't act so batty, Bruce," Pete would say.

Another time, I dreamed about the Justice League. As the dream went on, my subsconscious mind started noticing continuity errors and would correct them. "No, Wonder Woman didn't fight in World War II," my mind would realize. "That was pre-Crisis continuity." And bam! The dream would change, and reflect that it was Wonder Woman's mother, Hippolyta, who had fought the Axis.

Last night I did it again. I've observed several times that we only have the word of the Rebel Alliance that the Galactic Empire was evil, and that the first Star Wars movie comes across more as propaganda than as a reliable account of the Battle of Yavin IV. So it's possible that Darth Vader is actually one of the good guys.

In my dream, the Galactic Empire was known by another name: the United Federation of Planets. It appears one of the responsibilities the Enterprise has had to deal with lately, is dealing with insurrectionists. So we had Commander Riker arguing with Han Solo, and Chewbacca fighting Lieutenant Worf. Plus the 11th Doctor had an appearance.

I told my children.

"She-Hulk showed up in one of my dreams once. The dream somewhat drew on 'Lucifer's Hammer,'" Oldest Daughter shared. "Your dream sounds weirder, though."

What do my dreams say about me? Middle Daughter was to the point: "It's official, dad. You're a geek."


Copyright © 2016 by David Learn. Used with permission.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

School House Rock: 'Sufferin' until Suffrage'

Looking for a good song to empower your daughters and teach the to vote? Allow me to commend the virtues of "Sufferin' Until Suffrage." It is a great song, one I am trying to teach to my own children.

Brought to us by the same people who brought us the rest of School House Rock, "Sufferin' Until Suffrage" is a celebration of the 19th Amendment, which in 1920 recognized the right of women to vote. Delivered in the style of gospel music, the song features the powerful vocals of Essra Mohawk and name drops suffragettes like Lucretia Howe and Susan B. Anthony and celebrates the march of progress.

You might think that a song that celebrates something as foundational to our democracy as the right to vote would be uncontroversial. Alas, you would be wrong.

To my dismay, a rather conservative associate of mine complains that the song provides no justification for the anti-suffragette thinking that dominated the nation before the 19th Amendment was ratified. He complains that the video is dominated by supergirl, against the backdrop of grumpy old men. The video, he argues, simply furthers the liberal agenda by making supergirl virtuous and clean, and setting up her constructivist opponents as straw men.

Yes, he appears to have been serious. My associate is rather locked on the notion that whatever position was already present is superior to newer positions by virtue of its greater age, until it has been thoroughly established otherwise.

There us a simple reason the song doesn't try to explain why these dour old men thought the way they did: There was no good reason it. It's a familiar story, really. The System exists the way it does, and at some point, someone notices something is wrong with the System, and they call out in a loud voice, "Why are we doing things this way?" And no one can think of a very good reason, except that It's Always Been Done That Way, and Boy We Sure Were Happy Until You Mentioned It.

Dr. King got a lot of grief over this during the Civil Rights Era. He addressed it beautifully in his Letter from Birmingham Jail. There was simply no reason for segregation, no reason for denying blacks their right to vote, and yet this uppity black man had the gall to insist that the unjust system be stopped, and he outraged plenty of people, mostly because they had no reason for perpetuating the system they had.

I'm sure they had plenty of rationalizations to justify it, just as the establishment had plenty of rationalizations for opposing suffrage.

But no reasons.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

School House Rock: 'Interjections'

I just know there's a full-length parody in here:
He cut short his objections
With a lethal injection,
Now the ACLU's shouting some interjections!
[Dammit!]
[What the hell!?]

Monday, November 06, 2006

Tracking a childhood nightmare to its source

Last night I discovered the source of one of my worst nightmares as a child.
When I was 5 or 6, I had a dream one night that my family was sitting around the table at dinnertime, when I asked a question. My question was directed at my father, but it was my oldest brother who answered, by standing up, beginning to sing, and dancing his way sideways out to the kitchen. An instant later, he came back into the dining room, still dancing, holding and waving the sort of cheap hat we associate with ragtime numbers. Gone were his flesh, his muscles, and all his internal organs. He was a skeleton, plain and simple.
I woke up screaming, frightened so badly that I started throwing up. Thirty years have gone by, and although I laugh instead of screaming when I remember the dream, it's as vivid now as when I first had it.
Last night, I put Rachel's "School House Rock" DVD on -- given to her, ironically, by her Uncle Brian -- and watched, stunned, as the number "Bones" came on. Before my amazed eyes, a troupe of skeletons danced and sang about human anatomy. They had the same hats as in my dream. They danced the same way as in my dream. And they started all this by jumping out of people's skin.
Schoolhouse Rocky was supposed to reach us about science, math, grammar and social studies. And now I find instead that he taught me the meaning of fear.