My dear brother Steve recalls a dream.
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From: Steve Ruggieri <s.ruggieri54@gmail.com>
Date: Thu, Nov 20, 2025, 5:53 PM
Subject: An apocalyptic dream...
To: Ron Ruggieri <radicalron72647@gmail.com>
From: Steve Ruggieri <s.ruggieri54@gmail.com>
Date: Thu, Nov 20, 2025, 5:53 PM
Subject: An apocalyptic dream...
To: Ron Ruggieri <radicalron72647@gmail.com>
11/20/25 An apocalyptic dream
I dreamt that I was outside cleaning up debris from a violent attack on the surrounding neighborhood. I worked with a disorganized group of neighboring people, after what felt like some kind of civil war raid.
As I was rummaging through the debris I noticed a little baby floating dead, face down in a small children's pool. It was apparently left unattended by its mother whom I gathered must have been killed nearby.
I instructed my wife to find a clean blanket to wrap the dead child in and to help dig a grave to give that baby's life a dignified ending. I wanted to say something over that baby's grave that expressed how, more than ever, we can't lose our humanity now.
I seemed to be the only one with the presence of mind to know what to do as we awaited more trouble. But I was very aware that, for once, all the people were UNITED in their attitude toward the horrors of wartime… but they now had PURPOSE– which was something that was stolen from them before.
Nobody seemed to be angry or taking sides —as though it didn't matter— that this was all just a consequence of the human condition. But it UNITED people, not against any enemy, but with a common purpose for living!…
I clearly remember in this dream that I was preoccupied with the roots of some vegetable plant I noticed growing in the ground. It showed faint signs of bright green life and I was urgently trying to find some clean water to nourish it and keep it alive —but hidden, so that it may help sustain us later on. No one else could see any purpose in what I was trying to do.
This was all taking place in our familiar neighborhood…the towering church edifice was in close view. The church was untouched by the raid.
I had a sense that we all needed to work together to rebuild a community. I was mindful of the buckets of provisions that I had stored away in the house for many years. The time had come to put them to use… to share with others.
I feel now, while awake, that if my character were ever to be judged, I would want this dream to be taken into consideration…
I dreamt that I was outside cleaning up debris from a violent attack on the surrounding neighborhood. I worked with a disorganized group of neighboring people, after what felt like some kind of civil war raid.
As I was rummaging through the debris I noticed a little baby floating dead, face down in a small children's pool. It was apparently left unattended by its mother whom I gathered must have been killed nearby.
I instructed my wife to find a clean blanket to wrap the dead child in and to help dig a grave to give that baby's life a dignified ending. I wanted to say something over that baby's grave that expressed how, more than ever, we can't lose our humanity now.
I seemed to be the only one with the presence of mind to know what to do as we awaited more trouble. But I was very aware that, for once, all the people were UNITED in their attitude toward the horrors of wartime… but they now had PURPOSE– which was something that was stolen from them before.
Nobody seemed to be angry or taking sides —as though it didn't matter— that this was all just a consequence of the human condition. But it UNITED people, not against any enemy, but with a common purpose for living!…
I clearly remember in this dream that I was preoccupied with the roots of some vegetable plant I noticed growing in the ground. It showed faint signs of bright green life and I was urgently trying to find some clean water to nourish it and keep it alive —but hidden, so that it may help sustain us later on. No one else could see any purpose in what I was trying to do.
This was all taking place in our familiar neighborhood…the towering church edifice was in close view. The church was untouched by the raid.
I had a sense that we all needed to work together to rebuild a community. I was mindful of the buckets of provisions that I had stored away in the house for many years. The time had come to put them to use… to share with others.
I feel now, while awake, that if my character were ever to be judged, I would want this dream to be taken into consideration…
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