What’s fascinating to me is how Icke and others like him are actually on to something (e.g. plasma cosmology/electric universe) but then they just go bananas with it (hollow Moon, etc. etc.) This is why I like to listen to Santos Bonacci… he delivers all the anti-establishment sentiment without all the wackiness (OK, a little bit of wackiness, but it’s pretty conservative next to Icke!)
Clayton -
I remembering having one dream where I was in a city and I had to grab a cab to go somewhere. As I got into the cab, Milton Friedman was sitting in the other seat reading a newspaper and he looked at me and warned me about the dangers of government, then he left the cab.
Then about a few weeks ago I had a dream where I was in my house and I was sitting in a chair and my closet exploded. A portal opened and Mises and Hayek walked out and went to the kitchen to get a drink.
For some reason, I have been having dreams dealing with the military lately:
Earlier this month I dreamt (I do write my dreams down, by the way.) I was on a warship (or perhaps a warplane?) and our ship attacked an American battleship in a harbor (likely in DC). It was a surprise attack – kind of like Pearl Harbor. Our ship (or plane) rammed into their ship pretty fast. Then we poured out of our battleship and started exchanging fire. We killed quite a few of them. They killed some of us. I was surprised that we had the upper hand so far against the powerful American military. A number of us (about 10) made it into a room (I believe it was inside the warship (or plane)). In the room I, along with a couple others, attempted to guard the room from the enemies, but they eventually broke inside. The next thing I know, some of our men were busy typing away on the computers in the room, but I don’t know what we they were doing. Probably hacking info. From here on, I didn’t recall much of what went on. I think we were losing the battle at this point.
This dream I had last week: I was hanging out with some guys at a club. Evidently we were in Israel. Me and this young Palestinian person from the club decided to go out. It was a bright afternoon and we were walking in the desert. All of a sudden, swarms of military vehicles such as ships, planes, and land vehicles started landing from the air. There must have been tens of thousands of these. Apparently these were Israeli and/or American military vehicles who about to fight or getting ready to fight. I was thinking about what was going through my partner’s mind. He must have been pissed, but did his best to hide his emotions.
I’ve had a few fairly vivid dreams of literally beating someone to death with my bare hands (always some kind of attacker). Woke up on more than one occasion absolutely sure I was on my way to prison… relieved after realizing it was just a dream.
Clayton -
Strangely, I had a vivid dream last night. In the dream, I was trying to escape a chaotic situation with my wife, and I had a hand gun which only had one bullet, and I had shot it at someone attacking us but missed. So the further we tried to escape, the more people kept trying to prevent us and I just kept waving the gun acting like it was loaded. I don’t know if we made it out, a phone call awakened me.
I had a dream last night that my family and I went to Iran…on a monorail.
Also, I vaguely remember Santa Claus making an appearence in the dream.
The only dreams I have about political stuff is arguing with people about it. I think the other day I had a dream where I was like the head of a huge libertarian association… It was pretty nifty until I woke up.
A few nights ago I had a dream I was arguing with Walter Block.
I’m awesome at parties, btw.
Who won?
“I’m awesome at parties, btw”
i dun get it
@ Neodoxy
Quite interestering. A political dream I once had had to do with The Beach Boys in a debate with several Marxists, and played their music to drive the Marxists away.
Both of these dreams occurred two nights ago.
The first one had me on a beach with a few friends. The beach was on a very small island. I think I was wearing a backpack. We were all talking in wait for something when, for whatever reason, I fell towards the water where I quickly realized that the beach was a cliff. The cliff was composed entirely of sand and was about 15 stories above the water below. As I fell I punched both of my arms in the sand to stop myself from falling down. I only had to climb about five feet to get back on the beach, but my arms were really tired. I let go and fell. I landed in the water below totally unharmed. I just remember standing and looking up at the cliff thinking “Great. Now how am I going to make the flight to the DR?”
Odd.
This next dream was pretty cool. I would call it a nightmare if it wasn’t so hilarious.
I was in the pool at my old address (I’m right there with ya on this detail, Marko) with probably ten of my friends. Standing outside of the pool was an older, stocky gentleman with red hair, a solid color shirt, cargo shorts, ankle high socks, and hiking boots (when I woke up, I realized that he was the warehouse guy that Lydia betrays in Breaking Bad). In the dream, I got the impression that he spoke fluent German–despite the fact that he did not speak in the dream at all. This latter detail probably has to do with the character’s employment with a Germany-based conglomerate in the show.
Anyway, things moved on and I realized that there was a huge brown bear running around in the yard just outside the pool, which was fenced off. For whatever reason, I got out of the pool and stood straight up to stare at the bear; bad move on my part. The bear’s eyes were as big as dinner plates and he was about as big as a Volkswagon Beetle. The bear made eye contact with me and I jumped back in the pool to hide.
The red-haired gentleman tried to distract the bear by kicking two balls into the far corner of the yard, whereby the bear would run after them as if he were an excited puppy trying to “kill” a stick and not a Godless killing machine weighing about a ton. Unfortunately for his plan, the gentleman shanked both kicks, one falling right behind him, the other flying into another yard. The balls were those thin rubber ones filled with air. Each was a little bit bigger than a basketball.
Before I ducked my head under water, I saw that the bear was throwing rocks into the pool. Big rocks, probably the size of my torso. I ducked under water for a minute or so. When I picked my head up, well, there was Arnold Schwarzenegger talking to a friend of mine about conspiracy theories. The one that most interested my friend was the presence of cannibal witches on the Titanic as she sank. I asked about the witches, and Schwarzenegger told me that I’ll have to go to his website to buy the DVDs.
I thought “Ah, the hell with this” and woke up.
Funny. I had a dream a few weeks ago where I was walking with a professor I had, in the front yard of my old address, towards the street. In a voice that wasn’t like his–he was Austrian, and had the accent in real life, but he sounded more like a high American teenager in the dream–he said, ‘I can’t believe you supported Bush, Sr., man…’ I stopped, looked at him and asked, ‘What are you talking about?’ And that’s it. That was the dream.
I have many dreams yet the problem is I can hardly recall even one of those dreams.
I remember a dream I had about a month ago where my Macro Professor mentioned Austrian Economics (something which should have tipped me off to the fact it was a dream right away since my teacher thinks Hayek is a classical economist) and he referred to Mises as “Adam Smith’s Plumber”. I remember being really pissed off when I woke up and it took me about an hour to fully register that that hadn’t happened. What was also interesting was that in the dream I couldn’t figure out whether or not this was an insult or a complement.
This leads us to another interesting possibility which is that my mind may have actually came up with that because of Mark Skousen. In his book “The Making of Modern Economics” he continually refers to “The House that Smith Built” as an analogy for free market economics, the invisible hand, and the Laissez-Faire system. He then talks about those attempting to tear down the house entirely and replace it with “The House that Marx Built” or “The house that Keynes Built” while others like Marshall are trying to refurbish the house, take out rotting boards and replacing it with a sturdier foundation.
In this way Mises being Smith’s plumber might actually make him one of the most important economists of all since it meant that he was working throughout the house, even through the foundations of the basement in order to make the house inhabitable.
Or maybe it was just a dream about how my Macro Professor is a Keynesian…