Story(a) + Storee (b) = Part 4 of ?

Remember when I was going to Scienceville? I am still traveling there. It’s a long trip from the center of the Earth. That isn’t where I am coming from, however, instead I am coming from Michigan. Hey, “Say Yes” to Michigan already. Yes!

Sorry, sidetracked, I walked down to the lake after my nightmare. The nightmare that happened in my three hours of sleep. I had a dream that didn’t make a lot of sense. It was hard to follow, so please don’t think that the dream (i)s foul. It’s just difficult to follow. As I walked down to the large lake, was Lake Huron, I saw the sign as I approached the beach. The air was filled with clouds that didn’t belong. Belonging was not their nature and it was not a part of this story, beside the fact that they were hanging in the air like death. Grey and black, wishing they could morph into giant air fortresses determined to release their poison on any and everything below. It was only after I woke that I began to think that maybe they were bombers instead of clouds.

Back to the point. The dream was heavy. It weighed upon my mind in waves. Larger waves than those that crash and roll back into the coast of lake Huron. The dream had something to do with the beginning of the end. People were fearful, yet excited. They were sure if they sat on the beach, from north to south down the coast: waiting for the current to come in and high tide would provide their sustenance. They would drink of the water and bath themselves all in one swoop of the lake’s wake. Possibly awakening their minds with more bright ideas on how to change the world. Time magazine had already named the “Protestor” to be the person of the year. Smart choice, if you’re an idiot.

The people that stretched together hand in hand along the coast didn’t understand why they were doing what they were doing, but at this point it didn’t matter. They were making noise on megaphones, saying things like “CHANGE,” and “Hope!” “Freedom!” “Lower Taxes!” “Tax the rich!” “Let us smoke drugs!” And all other signs of lunacy that would make sense if the rest of the country was medicated. And… They were. Some way or another. One in four people on this planet has a mental illness. Did you know this? I did.