This dream was horrible. I remember I was in my bedroom and I was going through the drawers of my dresser. I was looking for anything of value and importance that we could use while on the road on our own. I knew that we had to leave the house in a hurry and that we could not take much. I remember feeling completely unprotected, mad, and without hope.
On my bed, I had a large sheet that I was piling things up on. I gathered anything we could use or barter with including money, jewelry, pocket knives, my guns, ammo, and a change of clothes. I remember thinking I would wrap up the immediate necessities like a hobo pack on my back.
We had a small wagon that was already filled with some food, water, a tent, and some blankets. As I looked at the pile in the wagon and in the sheet, I got frustrated and threw what I had in my hands on the bed and yelled, “What good is this all going to do for us anyway!”
Then I heard a noise outside and I remember separating the blinds a crack to look outside. I felt like I was peeking outside with the hopes that no one would see me in the house. I saw all my neighbors leaving their houses; all were holding their children and pulling little wagons like I had. I remember thinking that we were all on our own, but how would we survive outside with our kids and such. My wife and child have a medical condition where they can’t walk far due to the tenderness of their skin, so I was trying to figure out how to put them in the cart and somehow hold onto that we needed to live. I felt hopeless.
Then I heard noise again outside and I looked through the blinds up the street. I saw what looked like hundreds of poor people walking down the street with their belongings and they were beginning to take up residence in the houses that my neighbors were leaving behind. I knew that for some reason the government was forcing hard working people out of their homes and they were giving it to those who were living on welfare and government assistance.
I was so angry because as hard as I have worked during my life, I was going to lose it all to people who did not care about hard work and were taking all they could get for free from the government. As I watched them get closer, I knew that these people would take all we had worked for and we would become street vagrants. I grabbed what I could and we all started to walk towards the front door.
With that I woke up. When I woke up, I was so overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness. Although I knew it was a dream, the thought lingered as to what would happen if for some reason we were all forced to leave our homes due to an evacuation or something. How much could we honestly bring with us and how long would it last? What if the government took away my means of protecting my family? How would we make it on the street and for how long? It is a scary scenario and one with no answers.
What was scary was about a week later I saw on the news where the bank was evicting people from their homes who were having trouble paying their bills. Then, the government was getting involved. They were cleaning up and updating the houses and they were giving the houses to people on government assistance! The dream was being fulfilled before my eyes!
My first thought was, why didn’t the government work with the people who were already in the house in the first place! Why not help them get back on their feet since they were the ones who had already paid into the house and were currently living there? It made no sense, but it is really happening.