And Still I Rise

I've been having dreams but not the lovely ones of vacations in exotic places or winning the lottery(which I never play). Instead I've been dreaming of fish and pigs. Silly me mentioned to some persons that I dreamt of fish and all now I cannot convince them that there are no formulas and diapers in my immediate future. It seems the Vincy dream book with its explanation for dreams of fish is stronger than my reality. Nevertheless, I will certainly have the last laugh.

Last night I dreamt of pigs,virus giving pigs. Pigs contaminated with flu and gleefully infecting us all. Everywhere I looked people were wearing masks as if Soufriere had erupted and we had to protect ourselves from sulphur and ash. I saw long lines at the hospital looking for vaccines that were either nonexistent or insufficient to meet the demands. Disappointed persons could be heard wondering aloud if corilla and other forms of bush medicine were strong enough to fight off this threat. Meantime, visions of Stephen King's The Stand were dancing in my head.

Then I woke up and first thing on the television was news that this flu thing cannot be contained. Now I'm wondering if my island has the capacity to handle it should it arrive on our shores.