_A Premonition about the Unregulated Industrial Futures_
My sleeping mind last night conjured up a picture of the future that was incredibly bleak for humans.
I was standing in line to get on a passenger bus. But this was no regular bus, it was a semi-truck sized industrial bus, and it contained many seats crowded together. Some faceless person near me commented that while the busses _were_ getting bigger, the seats on the busses poor people were using were shrinking in size. But airplane seats in commercial jets were getting bigger to accommodate the bigger asses of the rich.
And my seat was small. It was crowded very close to another seat, maybe 4 seats across and one facing sideways on one side of the aisle, and mine was beside the one facing sideways.
The bus driver carefully checked each ticket, which for some reason looked like those tickets people use in raffles, and told the boarding passenger to go sit in the seat number with the last 2 digits on it. My seat had a plaque on it "Donated by the (something something) Youth, Class of '17): "Speaking for the Youth".
Probably an artefact of Drumpf's first presidency.
All around me, PoC on the bus were getting on and looking out the window which was about as high off the road as you'd expect being in an 18 wheeler that had been converted to bus.
After the bus started moving, I could see out the window on the other side of the aisle (no window seat where i was) that the bus route was paralleling train tracks.
An indeterminable time later, I'm standing in line with some people who are buying backpack-sized metal containers of what I understood to be gas or fuel. The people would get their petrol wrapped in a metal container and carry it back to the bus.
One person' who had just exited a church (don't ask me how I knew this in my dream)... this person was handed a petrol backpack leaking fire (kind of like how a natural gas stove makes that flame). And we griped in an annoyed way, as if this was a common happening for these backpacks.
We extinguished the leaking flames and proceeded back toward the bus.
But, way across the way, where the train tracks were, a very dark black plume of black black smoke rose. As I got closer to the train tracks, I could see rail cars passing by slowly, like total chaos and disorder... one train cart had industrial poisons beside one carrying produce beside one carrying someone trying to use a rail car as a food truck, hoping to sell to the throngs of people.
The black smoke had come from one of the industrial cars, and at that moment, I understood we were in Ohio. Someone had commented about how Ohio had jumped on the deregulation train first, because it was a Red state, and that the industrial mfgs could basically do whatever they wanted, they weren't regulated any more.
And so there were chemical spills everywhere, stacks of black smoke, people trying to consume food beside hazardous waste poisons, and a general bleak and sickly feeling of grief and impending doom.
2-3 years ago, I'd watched only the first few minutes of Mad Max before deciding it wasn't something i wanted to waste hours of my life on, but the dream atmosphere was kind of like that.
#Deregulation #MadMax #Industrial #PoC
#ABleakFutureForYourSpawn