As I was falling asleep I continue with my “noting” meditation, being mindful of the “rising” and “falling” of the breath. In a few moments I became aware of high vibrations and a high pitch sound that seem to permeate throughout my body. I focused my attention on the rising and falling of the breath… until I slip into a different state of awareness…

I am floating and falling in a black expanse. I can’t see anything, just the sensation of moving through the darkness. I continue to fall and float without a sense of direction… I’m disoriented and afraid.

I find my naked body swimming underwater. I keep swimming and swimming. I sense a man following me, swimming with me in the water. I’m annoyed by his presence. I try to avoid him by swimming away as far as I could. I fly out of the water, until I’m up high in the air. I look down at the scenery. It’s beautiful. I can see the land, the river, and greenery. I zigzag in the air and land on the ground.

A woman approaches me. She seems curious about what I’m doing here. A plant catches my attention. It seems to glow. I touch it. I feel its texture. I’m intrigue how realistic the plant is. I’m aware that I’m dreaming but the plant looks and feels so real. I pluck a leaf and put it in my pocket. I want to take the leaf as a souvenir when I wake up to the real world.

I woke up. I looked inside my pocket. There was no leaf.

I’m standing in a hallway. There’s tension in the air. McCain just picked a woman as his VP running mate. His advisers are divided. They are arguing. I hear a loud voice, “there goes our ‘experience’ argument against Obama out the window!” I’m watching two of McCain’s advisers arguing over the issue. One of them is a man, the other is a woman Senator (her name is Hutchison). Their argument continues. We are now in some kind of a courtroom. I’m on the sideline watching them debating. I’m tapping on my iPhone. I wake up.

“Since when did they announce the VP pick?” I asked my wife while I rub my eyes. “Just now.” she said.

“That’s weird, I just dreamt about it.”

I kid you not. This is an actual dream I had this morning, before I even heard the announcement on CNN that McCain had picked Sarah Palin as his VP.

I don’t think it’s psychic, prophetic, clairvoyant, or anything supernatural. I think it’s because our subconscious picks up stuff and process information even when we’re sleeping, and then spins them in our dreams. I was just caught off-guard of how timely and accurate my dream was. I wish I had dreamt of lottery numbers instead.

What really struck me was not the VP choice but the name I remembered in my dream. First, I’m not familiar with a woman Senator named Hutchison. I don’t follow politics that close. So my jaw dropped when I googled her. Some wild coincidence (or serendipity), I suppose. Too bad there’s no way for me to validate that part of my dream (i.e. she’s the one who influenced McCain to pick a woman as VP running mate). On second thought, I just googled Senator Hutchison’s reaction:

DALLAS — U.S. Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison said John McCain’s choice of Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin as his running mate is a bold move designed to sway independent women voters.

The seasoned senator said by choosing the little-known 44-year-old governor, McCain is making it clear that he wants an “up and comer,” a vice president who represents “the next generation” of leadership.

“This reinforces that Sen. McCain wants to be the independent reformer change ticket — he’s not ceding that to Sen. Obama,” Hutchison said, adding that being an outside-the-beltway governor may work in her favor.

This is so freakin’ weird.

Anyway, regardless of my dream, I couldn’t disagree more with Senator Hutchison (and all the GOP talking heads who are spinning this issue). This is an insult to women voters across party lines. Not because I think Sarah Palin is an inexperienced soccer mom. I’d give it to her that she’s charismatic, beautiful, eloquent, and has experience governing the state of Alaska. But c’mon! To pick her as a Hillary Clinton surrogate is just plain dumb and pandering to the lowest order. I have more to say about this but I’ll just summarize it like this:

Hillary Clinton = *experience*, not *gender*. Sarah Palin VP pick is not a bold move for McCain. it’s political suicide. that is all.

Don’t just take my word for it. Here’s a perspective from a woman. Danah Boyd is deeply offended.

As a woman, I’m offended. I’m offended that McCain is choosing a woman who is clearly ill-equipped to be the president of this country in an effort to woo over Hillary’s supporters. I’m offended because McCain’s decision is one of the most misogynist ones I’ve seen in recent history. Does he honestly believe that women in this country are so stupid as to believe that any woman is a substitute for another woman? That all that us women boil down to is our XX chromosomes and estrogen? C’mon now.

Don’t get me wrong – I want to see women in the highest positions of power in this country. But I don’t just want any woman. I want women in power who have earned the respect and worked to achieve said power. I want women who are chosen because of what they have done, not how they look in a political power game.

Exactly. I’m not a woman, and I’m still offended.

If PUMA (and others who are just voting based on gender) don’t see through this as a desperate move from McCain, and still vote for him (in protest over Obama), then so be it. They’ll look back in history as having thrown their votes instead of casting them with intelligence, wisdom and dignity. It’s also a grave disrespect for Hillary and what she stands for. I say this as someone who had been torn between Obama and Hillary during the primary.

I know it’s still early. But mark my words. John McCain had jumped the shark with his VP pick. This is the final nail on the McCain campaign coffin. Obama-Biden victory is just around the corner. So I guess I owe McCain a big one.

Thank you and Happy Birthday, Mr. John McCain. Congratulations on the nomination. Let’s get it on!

However, unlike Steve, most of my blogging flow comes from writing and
finding links and putting them together in a single blog post that is
very meaningful to me–the blog post serving as an extension of my
memory. I also lose track of my sense of time and I get cranky when
people or outside interference bother me while doing my thing. But what
I’m really curious about is, does Steve Pavlina’s armpits sweat heavily during times of flow? Mine did. But thankfully, not anymore. Hah!