Facebook asks, "What's on your mind?"
Today, as I woke up and started futzing around the house, it dawned on me. People really don't see it. Some of my friends may see it. Some may not. Or, maybe they're seeing what they want to see. I thought about the Kim family, the grandfather, the father and the son Kim Jong Un, ruling that country. I thought about the Japanese invasion of Korea that mom lived through, and about her stories (and the ones I read) about the communist take over of the North. I thought about her stories of crossing into Seoul with her family in the winter, of giving up their farm in the North, of how my grandmother's name was on a list of people from the North Korean secret police, and how she was taken one night during the invasion of the North into the South. I thought about being Zen Buddhist, and my compassion, and last night, I had the dream and nightmare I used to have as a teenager. In the dream, I'm standing in front of Kim Jong Il, the son of Kim Il Sung (and father to Kim Jong Un). I manage to get my hands around Kim Jong Il's throat, and strangle him to death. I wake up terrified from that dream every time I have it. I haven't had it in years. That dream is ultimately like the premise of The Interview, in a way. Except that it's not funny. The reason I get to meet the dictator is different every time. I haven't had that dream in years, but I had it last night. I feel horrible every time I wake up from that dream and remember it.
