...And Dreams Are Dreams

What was it people wanted, after all? No more repression of their dreams; no more dream cutbacks.

And they hoped to use the strike as a lever to raise off them whatever weighed them down. When they realized that the best strike was not to be absent from work, but to be there and to dream wide awake, then they achieved that undermining of the system that we had envisioned from the beginning. Power in unity.

Yes, comrades. The people united shall never be defeated. The people are dreaming; the government is steaming. A people that dreams doesn’t negotiate its acquired rights, especially its “limitless right to dream.”

During this general strike, a closing of the ranks of dreams was observed. The only scab during the strike of dreaming can be the alarm clock. A strike is expressed by workers not coming to work; dreaming takes place at the workplace but in another sphere.

Because of this, it cannot be sabotaged or persecuted.

There can be no absentee list of dream strikers.

So when the agro-citizens of the capital started to group dream, everything came to a standstill. In an attempt to investigate the phenomenon, journalists started asking passersby not why they were on strike, but why they were dreaming. And the answers were strange.

“I dream,” said one housewife, “because that is the way I was brought up.”

“I dream,” answered an office clerk, “because the time has come to abolish the private sector of work, and for us all to become employees of socialized dreaming.”

“Me, dream?” asked a college student. “You’re dreaming the question. I have both feet on the ground.

You’re the one with your head in the clouds.”

“To dream,” said a pensioner, “is the best antidote to the poison that you, the press, feed us every day.”

“Dreaming is the only thing that helps me to live,”

said a taxi driver. “Dreaming of going back to my village.”

“I dream, therefore I am.”

Finally, a cleaning woman at the Ministry of Labor replied that unless she dreamed, she couldn’t mop the staircases and clean out the minister’s private toilet.