When dreams and reality are meaningless labels, the rest is…

Alpha and Omega.

The local power plant – Watts Bar – showcased in a German publication.

A dream last night:

Trapped on a playground/ballfield when a nuclear blast firestorm wipes away everything today, not the day after, a covert operation team safely hours away on a train.

Waking up, heart pounding, headache, high blood pressure, unable to sleep.

Replaying the homemade space shuttle video over and over, remembering my dead brother in-law, two of whose experiments flew on a shuttle, shedding a tear.

Time an illusion.

And then the appearance of a terrorist attack in Norway, heart of the part of the world where 23andme recently reported my paternal DNA is located.

Who is trying to rile my anger?

Who wants to see my redhead rage in full force?

History is full of retaliation for retaliation, ad infinitum.

While building an empire to settle the solar system, I’m willing to take time out to settle old scores, especially if the venture is profitable politically, socially and monetarily.

You light a candle and turn the other cheek while meditating, if you want.

I’m lighting a fire under someone’s misguided intention.