Dream Sweeper

A Dream Sweeper contraption manufactured in Ha Noise, Vietnam remembered evolutionary and revolutionary Communist nightmares and B-52 bombers dropping millions of tons of ordinance on Laos, Nam and Cambodia with hallucinations and bliss evolving from a point of light traveling at 186,000 miles per second.

The efficient Dream Sweeper Machine collected unconscious talking monkey stories. From deep narrow Ha Noise alleys where death worship was a constant reminder of rapacious ancestors eating incense, dreams arrived crawling, flying, dancing, staggering, singing, laughing, weeping, and sighing into The Machine.

Dreams begged for mercy, pity, clarity, understanding and interpretation. How did I get here? What if I die here? Who will be my unconscious role model? Who will save me from ultimate absolute reality? Who will feed me in a Peoples’ Communist Paradise dream world where everyone shares toilets, kitchens, spoiled whining children and education is a waste of time and money?

Bored Asians existing with an emotional level of -7 exchanged drab artificial lives playing on Fakebook, a glorious electronic frontier of equality, equity and endless hi-tech distractions with firewalls, barbwire and rusty window gratings. Dark. Silent. Black is the night. Cold is the ground.