I dreamt about Occupy.

So early this morning I had a dream about the Occupy movement. I know… i’m weird. The dream went something like this.
I was near my office in Oakland, no where near the now famous shooting of Scott Olson but in Oakland none the less. I, for some odd reason had picked up a large sheet and gone for a walk. I ended up at the east side of the Target parking lot in Emeryville, near Best Buy. There, in the middle of the parking lot the Oakland Police were rounding up protestors and cuffing them.
As I stood there with my giant sheet I realized, it could be waved like a “I surrender” flag. So as I started to unfold it, it got bigger and bigger, almost magically, and it was long. It was folded over on itself many times over and i started to hand it to the other spectators who were watching the cops arrest all these people.
It occurred to me, that we could probably get MOST of the way around the large parking lot that the arrests were being made in. So I yelled and gestured to the others holding up the long approximately 4 foot high strip of fabric and we began to walk in opposite directions.
Others stepped in and immediately, somehow in my dream, everyone realized the poignancy of this silent protest as we began to totally encircle the entire parking lot. Miraculously we did completely wrap the entire parking lot in this long piece of fabric, reminiscent of a Christo art installation.
Somehow the authorities realized I was the one behind this exhibition and immediately a couple of cops walked up to me, I was outside a chain link fence for some reason. He approached me with authority trying to intimidate me and yelled thru the fence.
“Photography is prohibited here, you must disperse.”
I laughed at the canned response that cops like to use, even though it has beeb proven in court that you are completely in your right to photograph a cop as he works as long as you don’t interfere with what he is doing. It was also obsurd because I didn’t have a camera with me so I responded to him.
“Well that’s ok there is no ‘photography-ing’ going on here!”
I distinctly used the bastardized form of photography cuz, well… i’m a smart ass, and it got a chuckle from my silent flag holding partners.
Then another guy starting asking me questions. “Whats your name?” “Who do you represent?” etc. He wasn’t a cop, wasn’t wearing a uniform was some sort of organizer and it was obvious the cops were under his “authority”.
At this point I GOT MAD and responded… “WHO ARE YOU!!!??”  “Who do YOU work for!!!???” He backed off, tried to hide behind the cop and sort of cowered away.
It was at this point I woke up and thought… wow… I need to write that down.
I don’t know what any of it means but… I hate what is going on with the Occupy movement. The big banks and the “banksters” that run them have run amok. The sheeple are feeling the pain of living under their tyrannical rule and the corprotocracy that the US government has become. The problem is, the masses feel the pain but can’t articulate the problem because… its an extremely complicated issue. EXTREMELY.
Educate yourself people. There is a LOT to complain about, but learn how to articulate it.