Imagining the Information Age: Stories/Visions

After I moved to the Mission in 1984, I dreamt:

I am a man, a revolutionary, hiding behind buildings in a deserted village. The sun shines clear and bright on parched earth. The enemy is approaching, seeking me out. I hear them laughing, talking of good things, families, children. Things I never experienced in my life of revolution. They see me. I run from my hiding place into sunlight, freedom. A bullet pierces my chest. I am dying. As my consciousness fades, a realization grips me. I lived my life dedicated to fighting a just revolution. But I did it all wrong! They are not my enemies!

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