Was it a Dream Come True?

I had this amazing dream. It started last Thursday and ended yesterday. My dream was about me in Bangkok with my wife, my son and my extended family. I was surrounded by people not covered in cloth and people that smiled and laughed and had fun. People could drink and eat in the open and there was a vibrant energy to the city that everyone could enjoy. My son could play outside with or without the nanny and my wife was happy and supported with her every need counted for. I was surrounded by love and my records and I spent hours just being happy. I arrived home yesterday to drab dusty skies and the harshness of a banal familiarity that was not easy on my mind, soul and body. From love to hate, family to isolation, liberation to oppression, poor to rich, ease to struggle. Months of build up gone in the blink of an eye like a Burning Man sculpture. So I awake at the other end of the tunnel looking down to a small spec of light far, far away. Again. This time it will be different. This time I have no fear. None. Eid has been and gone and they can sack me tomorrow and I’ll be pleased as punch. If they don’t I’m going to crawl over the month of November line and try and get 7 weeks out of the cunts as paid/unpaid leave as most of December is a holiday here in Bahrain. So, get through October and if I am made redundant then sweet Jesus Alabama I’m all for it. C’est le vie is the theme from now on. The fear of job loss gone. 9 months they have called the shots now the worm has turned.