I had a dream

I had a dream, I have a dream. No no, I'm not referring to the Martin Luther King Jr speech but I just thought it was a nice touch. I generally had a dream...when I was sleeping (ahh sleeping, one of the very many things I'm good at), a nightmare, a scare. It's about something I feel quite strongly about.

I believe that the thoughts rushing around the back of our mind can often form a very real illusion- a dream.

So this dream of mine could have been interpreted in a lot of ways but I know my mind and I know exactly what I was thinking, this is what happened...

I was with my round, grey washing basket, full of damp clothes, and I was outside to hang them on the washing line. But this washing line was on a pavement. Anyway, behind me was a studio with glass windows and inside there was a bunch of infants (they couldn't have been more than 6 years old) and a female teacher. In the dance studio, the lights kept flickering and it was quite late at night but what was weird was that the children weren't even
getting scared of the darkness like kids usually do. Fearless.

The teacher decide the flickering lights that sent shivers through her spine were becoming to disruptive. She decided to go downstairs to the main power switch, she switched all the lights off and then switched them all back on again. After some time the leader of the pack came back up the stairs and carried on with her dance lesson. She was pleased, she was pleased that the lights had stopped haunting her emotions.

A few hours later, just as she got the class concentrated again, the flickering of the lights reappeared. She decided to run back downstairs one last time to the main switch. By this time the kids had gotten bored by themselves. The infants knew that they had never been downstairs before and wanted a little excitement and adventure. They made their way to the stairs.

At this point, I had left my all important basket of washed clothes and gone into the studio to (I presume) "watch" over the kids. They started running down the stairs and for some odd reason I wanted to stop them. And in an attempt to do so, I too was running down the stairs. I heard a thud at the bottom but I knew it was just someone jumping off the last step and that was it. Silence, silence from then after. I rushed down the creaking, wooden steps, brushing passed the thick claustrophobic walls. The steps started off really bright, so that I could easily see and then there was a sudden change. A distinct line on the steps showing where the light ends and there was just darkness below. I couldn't see anything, not the kids or the next step. Without thinking, I lashed into the darkness and kept running.

I must have been running in a downward spiral for what seemed like forever and then I jumped down the last step, I heard a thud of my "aching" foot slapping the floor beneath and that my friends is when I opened my eyes.

Another strange thing about this dream is that I remember it so clearly unlike many of my other dreams.

I think this dream is about the future generations slipping away from our society, growing up to fast and just becoming to much to handle. Which is sad because from what I've seen at school and out an'about the younger kids are completely different to what I was like at that age and it's quite scary to see how fast the generations are changing that the older ones may not be able to keep up. Honestly though people have started successfully building functioning robots, but what has already started happening is these machines are taking the jobs of so many people. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against them because we do rely on them most of the time and I'm using one right now just to express this point. However, I do think there is a limit and to a certain level it has been crossed.

I couldn't really find the right words to express myself the way I wanted to and I don't feel like I have put the point I wanted to across but hopefully you will get what I mean. Thank you for reading!