shop until you drop
by joaline a. femineaux
wake-up in the morning
shop until you drop
work on through the
evening
some things never stop
smile awhile (and stay in
file), live the life (don’t blink)
nod, agree (a stronger we):
stay in line (don’t think)
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· my name is joaline femineaux.
· i have awoken in 2028. i, live free -- in a
nation called the Untied Country (UC).
· many outsiders try to immigrate to my country,
and it is very hard to get in.
· in my travels, i have found that it is very
difficult to get out.
· we thrive here, capitalistic-ally. our infrastructure
runs on shopping, consumption, and services.
there’s
a feeling, here, a unity. we
are the best there is on planet E. our sports teams are the strongest.
our militaries are the most lethal. our big-businesses run amuck
smoothly, behind the scenes and (startlingly) in the open.
until
this morning, i’ve never (truly) considered leaving the system. i woke-up to
this dream:
i
was a trusted leader inside of some kind of camp. we wore business suits (and
practiced martial arts for fitness & wellness). there was a friend of mine
who was mentally challenged, who often spoke (loudly) about oppression. he
wanted to leave the camp, but (for his own good) was restrained & locked-up... every time
he’d try to escape.
something
about him seemed un-strange. he questioned the status quo. he thought it was
wrong (when our camp invaded a nearby camp to garner its resources). he didn’t
think it was right to just ‘take’ …and he believed that we
were the problem, not the solution. he spoke in gloomy, doomy
terminology, and (because of his disability) was often sedated by the camp
police.
in
the dream, i was also his therapist. i began to lessen his medication as his
musings seemed to make more and more sense. we were an oppressive camp, after
all. many lived in poverty. i (with status and citizenship) lived in peace,
freedom, and relative luxury.
his
name was leonardo. left unmedicated, he was a lucid man who spoke of freedom
and prosperity for all.
at
some point in the dream, it became apparent (to me) that leonardo was
aware enough to be released from the camp, and that he should be allowed to
join the tribe/camp of his own choosing.
the
scene shifted to us, in our martial arts attire, accompanied by another
compadre who wanted to leave the camp. i’m not sure if my role was to escort
them to the border, or if i intended to travel with them. in any event, we were
stopped-short of a gate, surrounded by campers (in gear). i can remember their
red belts.
they
used martial arts to beat & defeat us, and i was labeled a traitor for
attempting to set my compadres free. the dream ended with me as a captive,
seeking help from anyone who would listen. it was apparent that i had become leonardo:
the oppressed, "insane" inmate who desperately wanted to escape the
Untied Country. now i was the one who was being sedated by the camp police.
it
was obvious (to me) that we (the UC) were the problem, not
the solution.
at
the same time, there was a feeling that (even if i were to escape) there was
nowhere to go. other tribes/camps openly hated our camp, and had fortified
their borders. the UC’s propaganda emphasized how horrible life was (outside
of our camp), but i had traveled (and i knew that our rhetoric wasn’t completely
true).
the
dream ends with me, in a cell: contemplating escape; contemplating a return to
my former/simpler life as a therapist. if i’d only conform, i might be
forgiven. i could return (under watchful eyes) to my former position. maybe
(from that level) i could enjoy life again. on the other hand, maybe i could begin an underground group of like-minded souls who
could (eventually) escape the UC.
simultaneously,
i could see the suicidal risks associated with (1) turning my back against my
country, and (2) not being accepted outside of it.
…and
that’s when i woke up and wrote this thoem. the title seemed to be screaming at me, so i got out of bed (and expressed).
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martino, j. (1.10-1.2026). shop until you drop. book
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