When Nightmares Become Real

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It is when nightmares become real that the ugliness that lies beneath the sanity of our humanity begins to grow and fester inside the heart and soul of men.

WHEN NIGHTMARES BECOME REAL

By Al Garcia

It is when nightmares become real that the ugliness that lies beneath the sanity of our humanity begins to grow and fester inside the heart and soul of men.  There is a viciousness that exists within the human beast that once savored by the parched and hungry mind, can consume and dominate the fragile and instinctive innocence of the humanness within.

There is cruelty and brutality that defies all understanding.  There is a wickedness that can dissolve the stings that hold and bind our heart in place.  And there is a callousness that can devour the warmth of human kindness and gentility.

And there comes a time when we realize that we each possess inside of us the ugliness, the viciousness, the cruelty and brutality, the wickedness and the callousness.  We are the carriers of a cancer that destroys the best of us, and the best within us.  We are a malignancy that bares its black and ugly soul on endless battlefields, on the faces of battered and abused women and children, in the shattered minds of bullied and tormented boys and girls of every age, on the fragile and infirm who are ignored, neglected and mistreated, and on countless victims of greed, deception, treachery, disloyalty and dishonesty.  This is who we are.  The human race.

I learned too well at a young age the reality and inhumanity of my existence.  It was the smell, the sound and the taste of war that awoke the demons inside of me.  It was war where my innocence was replaced by cynicism and contempt.  I saw and lived the ugliness, the viciousness, and I saw the cruelty and the brutality, and I felt the wickedness and callousness take hold of me.  And I was not alone.  That was when nightmares became real. 

So many years have passed since I lived the nightmare of war.  Yet the smell, the sound, the taste still linger.  It seems that the years have only made my nightmares, my memories and my emotions more profound and at times overpowering.  And again, I find that I am not alone.

And now at home, with time to think and remember each moment of my life, I have come to realize that the nightmare of war exists not just on battlefields in foreign lands, but around us each day.  In our streets, our schools, our churches, our government, and even our homes and our families.  Evil of every kind reaches into the core of our lives.  School and church shootings.  Greed, corruption and fraud of every kind in our local, state and federal government.  Hatred and hostility that ends relationships and marriages.  Disagreements, anger and childish clashes that pit bother against brother, sister against sister.  Racism.  Bigotry.  Religious fanaticism to the extreme in every religion, everywhere.  And all because of the malignancy within us that is destroying the decency, dignity and morality that a long time ago -- once upon a time – allowed people to hope, to dream and to reach out to touch the stars. 

When nightmares become real, is when we have lost our humanity and the promise of our innocence and our sanity.  Dreams can help restore our hope, and hope can begin to heal the scars that we have inflicted on ourselves. 

But it is when nightmares become real, that we have lost the willingness to confront the realities in our lives, and the actualities of our time.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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