I’ve been on a blogging hiatus, writing things in notebooks that I may or may not share. Still not ready to post on the reg, but I felt moved to share this. Seems like the time.

Passed a few fireworks stand and really wanted to buy some, but I don’t know anyone who wants to have a good firecracker fight and tbh I’m too old. So another fireworks season will pass me by.

And I got to wondering how much I care about American Independence Day anymore, now that democracy may be on the ropes.

I wondered if this might be the last Fourth of July I really care about, or if maybe that happened the day Dad died, July 4, 1997.

I’m of two minds I guess…

Which reminds me of a dream I had in October:

I was getting on a bus with some friends.

There was a lot of anger on the bus, because Superman had turned evil. It was all over the news.

The driver wanted to throw us off, because Superman was with us. Sort of.

I apologized to the driver and said “Don’t worry. There’s no way Hollywood is going to let Superman stay evil. There’s too much money in Superman being the good guy.”
Superman was represented by an Igloo ice chest that we stowed near the front of the bus.

I said Superman had temporarily been changed into a “sorp.” (I bet that took a LOT of kryptonite.)

I haven’t managed to make a backronym for SORP, but in the dream it meant superposition. Good and evil at the same time. No way to know which until  you opened the box. Schrodinger’s Superman.

Superman – in my dream, and in the collective unconscious – symbolizes the USA.

Hollywood meant Hollywood, but not just Hollywood. American culture at large. We live in an empire and we want to be the good guys.

Unfortunately those two conditions might be mutually exclusive. For me, for the time being, I think Superman will remain a Sorp.