Not so many months ago George Bush declared himself The Decider. “I’m The Decider…” Soon after I had this dream, I dreamt I was a passenger in a car driven by… The Decider. A squinty, out of control man who may or may not have been drinking. And, in the dream, I’m struck dumb, unable to raise my voice, “Let me out of here…” “Slow down, boss…” The Decider meanwhile at the wheel, we’re going faster and faster. And I wake abruptly with my foot pressing onto the floorboard, the way one does, or I do anyway, when a plane is coming in for a landing or someone I’m uneasy with is driving.
I am re-assured, I have confidence in Obama, thank God for Obama. Still I wake some mornings with my foot pressing… slow down, slow down… only this time it’s not the President, it’s the world that seems out of control. The world…. Whirled world whirled whirling world.