I awoke to the sound of my gravest fear. There were people in the house. Moving about and knocking over my material possessions like clumbsy bores unable to appreciate the finer qualities of my favourite Mars Attacks toy. I had to confront them, who knows what plastic valuable they may tread upon next.
There were six of them for what I could decipher with my sleepy eyes. A bearded young man, an even younger teen Chinese girl and a shaved headed thug foolishly trying to hide amongst my belongings. I couldn’t see the rest, but I knew there were six. There had to be six.
A commotion outside forced their hand, they were hiding from an incident that had occurred just outside my abode. They were desperate refugees and pleaded for my understanding. All would be explained. And so I offered them some tea.
The kettle came to a boil almost immediately and I purposefully surveyed my new friends as I soaked the paper bags in the steaming mugs. Details came to light that unsettled me. The shaved headed wanna-be chameleon had a tattoo that covered a top quarter of his face and scalp. One clear as day swastika with it’s crooked arms bent over his shaved head and over one eye. I was making tea for a fucking skinhead! What corrupt reality had I found myself in? Something was very wrong and the teen Chinese girl, sensing my growing discomfort, was more than eager to explain.
You see, she had just finished bashing a woman out the front of the house with her own handbag and I am confused. She said that she tried to jam her ID into the old ladies mouth because she didn’t care if the world knew what she had done. So very confused. I sip my tea. Something must be done. I can no longer house these delinquents. With determination I storm from the house and out onto the street. An older man I recognise from the neighbourhood is walking towards me. He is flanked by a woman who is obviously the victim of this heinous crime and another man whom I am unfamiliar.
"Follow me, I am the way." He cheers at me and his small posse.
But this cannot be true. He believes himself righteous. Seeking vengeance for the greater good of the community.
"No." I plead, "I am the way." I argue.
Confusion bungles the lot of us. Circling one another in delirium I plead and demand that they each understand that the individual is the way. For each and every person to follow their own hopes and dreams and systems of belief. We are bewildered. There is nothing here for me. These people are ridiculous in their motivations. All I wanted was calm peaceful sleep in the safety and comfort of my own home. How had these intruders turned me against a community that was now against itself?
The three fell down in the street. Sleeping as I was at the beginning of this tale. Three singular bright lights shone down on each of these elders. They awoke peacefully and rose from their slumber fresh and unfazed. They had discovered a new route in which to take their lives. Forward with their own principals. Unhampered by the indoctrination’s of their past. It was time for me as well, and I woke to consider just how bizarre my dreams had become.