...we tend to focus on the plight of the homeless a lot. we focus
on people on the street, who probably need medical and/or mental
assistance to survive. but there is also an echelon right above that,
of a really poor community that is rather tightly bound. they may
or may not really be homeless, but they are still in a poor
underclass. for some reason the "darker" comics tend to focus
on that level of society...

so in my dream I was part of this. and was an active member of a
community that consisted of the more invisible members of society.
part and parcel of my daily world were people performing charitable
acts - like some nuns - and some lay people - and one was actually
my cow-orker Kellie, who in my dream we could not tell if she had
taken holy orders or not [in Real Life[tm] she is married].

rumors had been sweeping through the community that [some subset of
it including myself, this part is faded] should be cautious of
strangers/folks from our past coming back to make our lives less
than ideal. turns out that there's some Sekrit Military Projekt
that need to perform human trials with at least high early risk
of fatal failure, so of course they figured they could pick up
folks from this part of society, no one would miss them --

cut to a meeting with myself and some of the G-folks running the
project. they are very pleased to have gotten this far and are
trying to convince me that this is a worthwhile thing. part of
the project is the ability to fly; part is the ability to move
underwater as if in air.

the meeting is in this dimly lit abandoned gym, with late afternoon
sunlight filtering through. they decide to demo the latter thing
and give some drug to their liaison/undercover types and fill this
gym up to about 20' with water. [HOW is irrelevant it's a DREAM]
the areas and desks where we are raise up up up on square column
until we crash through the ceiling, then lower down until we are above
the water level.

these folks are able to function normally underwater! neat! but.
here was the catch. it made the human heavier than water. you
can walk and not worry about drowning, but you better be out of the
water when the drug wore off; even once it wore off, you stayed
too heavy to float. so -- I got to watch, appalled, as the drug
wore off and these people were trying in vain to jump to the surface
of 20' of water. they died.

the next part is faded but I decided to cross the border into ireland
and organize resistance. the border itself, the official crossing was
this glass-kind of bridge walkway across a ravine. since I am now
a fugitive from the US gov't, I cross the ravine instead. there is
a blue sign with white lettering and some incident with a Brit but
I can't really remember it - a tourist askign for directions -

the first night in ireland is spent on this boat I acquired. I can't
tell what kind of water we were on other than slow-moving and fresh
(not salt). all the people who were helping resist stayed on the boat too.
it was big and rusty. had seating that made me think of a train. I recall
swimming by while everyone was in the seats and being surprised at the
number of people and the racial mix. turned out the boat also had some
sort of sewage facility on it that was all clogged and we had to unblock
it before embarking on our Plan of Resistance whatever that was. it really
bothered me to be flushing all this untreated human waste into the water,
not to mention how gross it was.

unfortuantely my dream had to end there.