After a long night of magical and political intrigue echoing the American elections, my dreams climax in a mad chase scene. My enemies are in a car, and I follow on foot. But I keep up, for my magic is strong--I run fast as a taxi, zooming and weaving through the big-city traffic.

I hop on a blue two-car jointed electric trolley... or a huge blue millipede with windows--depending whether you look through your body eye or spirit eye.

The blue whatsit carries me along a while, but the ride gets rougher. The millipede is agitated. Suddenly, in a gully, he suddenly curls into a U and crashes! He was so upset by my urgency and passion, he curled up to protect himself. Damn--I radiated too much shamanic passion. Public millipedes are sensitive!

A thin black man with huge dreadlocks appears; he's a local shaman I've talked to, though we've never met in the flesh before. He cheerfully teases me about the crash, "Now was dat an astral crash or a physical crash? Shouldn't be messin' up their Muni, you know."

I say "Well, a mage is supposed to leave material messes now and then, to drive the materialists crazy. Why it's a shamanic obligation! It gives them something to do!" I'm grinning though.

But... I mean it. And he agrees. Public transit here is a joke already, any jokes I play can't top that one. Yet... I really am a bit ashamed. I failed to distinguish the spirit world from matter! Big astral messes aren't too serious, it's all alive and heals fast; but smashing up expensive trolleys in the material world is another, uh, matter.

I don't mind an astral crash--catching those guys mattered--but I want to KNOW what mess I leave. I thought I just upset a touchy millipede's feelings.

And they'll be sweeping up glass for DAYS.

It's an electoral prediction! TV news showed the Congressional seats, with their U-shaped floorplan--and the Democrats in blue. So they'll crash--won't win back enough seats in either house.

Tall black man joking about the crash: Ward Connerly was on TV. He's the promoter of Prop 209, a ballot proposal to end affirmative action here in California.

Muni a joke, the crash is no loss--1) how my dreams see the Repucrats and Demoblicans. When you get down to it, they're all just legs of the same big corporate creepy-crawly. 2) The dream predicts Prop 209 will pass, killing affirmative action. But it hints that the old policy was as inept as Muni, so don't cry over it! In the end Connerly may turn out to be right, despite the short-term shock. I'm startled to find my dreams saying this, since I voted to maintain affirmative action--I felt the program might perhaps be scaled down, but should run at least a few more years... especially the program monitoring for continued hiring/admissions bias! But my dreams say it's time to let it go. Maybe, just maybe, America has grown up, to the point where racism really can be curbed by social pressure alone. Or if not, the shock of this may force us to grow up at last.

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