by Annette Bromley

Created on: July 29, 2011   Last Updated: July 30, 2011

ALIASES, ALIENS and GRIDLOCK

There is something strange going on.  Lies have been told, too many lies and for too long.  Important people have suddenly disappeared; others openly murdered or assassinated, government officials, persons associated with big business, religious leaders, outspoken political figures, foreign agents and ambassadors, and the common man that maybe knew too much.  Life is rapidly becoming a nightmare; or the nightmare may have actually become our reality.  This morning my brain can’t sort out which.

The whole nation has slipped into a depression and everyone is on edge.  No one can trust anyone anymore, not even your best friend.  Maybe they just look like your best friend or your grocer or hairstylist or the Governor or the President of the United States.  Things are just plain too weird, even the weather.

People are genuinely scared and fear what tomorrow may bring if there even is a tomorrow.  The nation is in default, no paychecks, no jobs, banks locking their doors and your money isn’t yours anymore.  Even if it was, every last dime of it would be worthless because there is no gold or silver left to back it.  It all belongs to the creditors of our sovereign debt.   

Wall Street has crashed. You can feel the panic rising and there is no place to run, no place to hide and nothing you can do to stop it.  People a jumping off tall buildings rather than face the inevitable. Nothing is sure or safe anymore and greed has finally gobbled up the very last remnant of freedom and democracy, or so it seems.

I have to meet my publisher for a late morning brunch over which we will be discussing my next book, or possible book.  His ideas and mine don’t always click but he’s a decent enough fellow, good publisher and on the whole offers me a good deal.  I actually like the guy which is more than I can say for some of the bosses I have had in my past life but this morning is not a good morning for brunch with anyone, least of all the person that is going to sign your next advance and future royalty checks. 

My brain just doesn’t want to function this morning.  I have a pounding headache and my neck was stiff from where it had rested on the arm of the sofa all night. What I really want is to crawl into bed and hide beneath the covers until the pain goes away and the fog clears and I can sort out the dream from the reality.  However,

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