Dreams can help us deal with issues we haven’t dealt with or didn’t recognize in our waking hours. Our mind can use them to relax, or imagine going places we’ve never been. I had a dream this weekend that was so normal it was amazing. I don’t normally remember my dreams when I wake up, because I slowly come up from sleep to wakefulness, and the dream fades before I’m conscious of it. This weekend I went back and forth between wakefulness and dreaming so seamlessly I had no clue I was dreaming or not until the LAST time I woke up. And I remembered everything. Dream logic is odd, but I was dealing with mom’s death by reliving finding out she was dead through a different context. It was surreal and emotional, something my logical and rational mental processes generally try to avoid. Which I’m certain is why I ended up with the date in dreamland to go over the issue. Listen to your dreams, kiddos. Sometimes they have something important to say to you. 😉
Dawn DeMarco was absolutely one of our secret weapons during the long Hyades Campaign. She devoted herself to winning hearts and minds one party at a time, and her parties were legendary. I don’t know how news traveled in the Hyades, but the locals somehow knew about those parties before we even arrived. We’d come in, we’d drive off the Chinese garrison, install a new government to start the rebuilding process, and when we asked if the locals had any questions the first question often was when Dawn was planning the liberation party. They asked about her by name. And they usually had liaisons ready to work with her when she arrived. It was amazing. They could give two hoots about who their new designated overlord was, but Dawn they welcomed like visiting royalty. And she had a way of treating with them exactly as they wanted to be treated. She was always amazing like that.
Many of the balls and parties Dawn DeMarco organized or attended had no other reason than to pad her resume as a ball and partygoer. If people got arrested at all of them, bad actors would get suspicious, so most were completely clean, but she was always on the hunt for clues. And sometimes she would go in with malice afore thought, making certain to leave some opening for a target to think they were safe doing what she already had proof or suspicions they did. Then some police officer or interstellar investigator would “randomly” walk in and catch them in the act. Dawn was always shocked and amazed that anything illegal would go on in a ball or party she attended. She did such a good innocent act that nobody caught her. We would all get together for a private party afterwards, sit back, relax, maybe have some good drinks or smokes, and just celebrate another bust. And then she would go back to work the next morning looking for the next one. She was an amazing machine.
I fully believe that a rising tide raises all boats. I also know that many believe taking from others is the only way to thrive. A civilization that wishes to harness the tide must hold the takers in check, or it will lose the tide altogether. My Jack of Harts stories tell of a civilization that managed to keep the takers in check. That created a world even we have trouble dreaming of, filled with effectively limitless energy and food, and fantastic towers and starships that proclaim the might of mankind. But the takers still exist, which is why there continues to be conflict for me to write stories about. Jack’s mission is to unknowingly follow the path his family has done for generations. He protects the tide and the civilization it has helped build from anyone who would seek to take it by force.
A rising tide raises all boats. But not everybody believes that. Many believe that the only way to thrive is to take from other people rather than to trade or cooperate with them. The world this philosophy builds has far fewer boats in it, and a lot more people on rickety rafts desperately trying to escape. It also has fewer people, since taking lives is often part of taking riches. Hundreds of millions of people have died in the parts of the world ruled by takers in the last century, even as the rising tide built more boats than the rest of the world had ever seen in recorded history. Many of us live in a world of limitless possibilities, and others live in a world separated from it by razor wire fences and armed guards. The longer that continues, the more friction it causes, and the more opportunities we will all have to lose the rising tide.
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