I have this dream. It reoccurs. In it, myself and others talk about the economy, and talk about how it is created, how it is a lie by which we have put rules onto ourselves, and an arbitrary value system that we have put into place to ensure that the rules have something to work with. I sit in a small room, around a black table, and myself and the others, discuss how we can simply ignore the rules of the economy, how we can create our own financial reality. Then, we pick up knives, and begin slicing into each others flesh, cutting deeper and deeper with every movement.
To be honest, I don't really dream, but occasionally I have thoughts in relation to my self employment. Still, it all turns around, right?