Last night I had the strangest dream

I dreamed, actually this morning, that martial law had been declared, and I was in a place (very foggy, you know how dreams are) with one of my dearest friends. Orders were being barked at us by some very stressed and, frankly, inept soldiers. My friend disobeyed a bad order, an order that had she followed would have endangered the safety of everyone there, and she was immediately arrested and confined. She was taken before a tribunal and almost instantly judged guilty, but many of us in the room thought it was because she was a lesbian, and that if she had been a straight woman she would not have been arrested. She was barely given a chance to speak in her own defense, and we were not allowed to. She looked at me before they shot her and said, "Make sure they know about this."

So I'm telling you. This is not the country I want to build, where a woman doing the right thing can be killed by a conservative force because she won't toe the line and be "normal." I desperately pray that this was not a prophetic dream. I know it was just a dream, but the rage and the shock and the unbearable sadness over the loss of my friend were very, very real. The way she charged me with making sure people knew the truth was real, too.

We don't dream in a vacuum. Sometimes, sure, when people wearing cheese ask you the way to the fwaf fwaf fwaf and your dog winks back and forth between a Westie puppy and a full-grown St. Bernard... Sure, those dreams are probably just your brain flipping channels, so to speak. But some dreams have enough power to hang together and move us, and those are the ones that are trying to tell us something. Those are the ones that are urging us to move.

We don't live in a totalitarian state, but Fascists are currently desperately trying to do whatever they can to undermine the current administration and make war on half the population. Human rights, the things we should take for granted - the right to marry who we choose (or NOT marry at all), the right to not have babies if we don't want to, the idea that our vote will actually count - those are things we are having to fight for every day. What century is this?

I am telling you my dream, because she asked me to. I am begging you to wake up and start speaking out, because we must if we don't want the above to become reality.