About two months ago I had a bizarre dream about revleft. This was when I first got on this forum.Some background; in real life I was house sitting for my parents. I had the house all to myself for several weeks. On weekends I'd stay up till around 2 or 3 AM reading online.I was a bit isolated. One night I stumbled across the Hoxhaist threads on revleft. I was curious, I've heard of Enver Hoxha at university but I didn't know this was a tendency.I stayed up very late reading posts by Ismail and Prairie Fire to try to figure this out.I'm not obsessive, I constantly read a lot of stuff on just about everything. Okay, the dream...
Its hard to describe. It was based on surrealistic imagery and feelings. I was in a prison, a center for political prisoners run by some sort of dictatorship. There may have been a crackdown after a failed revolution. The prison was dimly lit and grungy looking.This was a prison for leftist dissidents. Each prisoner was in their own cell. I had the vague feeling that each cell represented a political tendency.This wasn't in a negative sense, that tendencies are prison cells, just that was the way the authorities arranged us. This was combined w/revleft; each cell was also a post, they fit they schema of posts in a thread. The person in the cell next to me was either a Hoxhaist or was "Hoxhaism" in general.This person was vaguely female.
I tried to communicate with the other prisoners. For some reason this was very difficult. I felt an intense feeling of, I can't really describe it, not really loneliness but a sort of existential dread. It was very disturbing how isolated everyone was. I started screaming. This went on for a while until I woke myself up.
I stayed up the rest of the night.
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget
Arundhati Roy
Lenina Rosenweg is a glorious beacon of light