And the wheel keeps turning on...

This morning, I awoke from a terrible dream.
In my dream, the world was in chaos. Revolutionaries, Mercenaries, Military, and everyone in between was fighting with each other. Fighting for something I didn't know or didn't understand.
I took refuge in a large mansion that had been converted into stores but I wasn't the only one.
The fighting continued inside and I ran and hide and cowered for my life. I couldn't fight back.
At some point, I found myself alone, in a room, hiding behind the exploding fluffy innards of a beautiful ex-chair and into the room in which I hid, came a man in a suit followed by another in street clothes.
They righted three of the tipped chairs and took a seat in two of them gesturing toward the third.
"Come out and take a seat. I don't want to harm you. Just talk with you," the suited man said.
His voice and manner I recall to be smooth, elegant, and deadly.
But he knew where I was, so I had no choice but to emerge.
So I stood and took a seat on the third chair, listening as the sounds of battle slowly died away outside.

I can analyze this scene over and over again. Compare it with the scenes that came before it and after it.

But none of it prepared me for the reality I woke to this morning.

My mother stepped out of the house, on her way to work, with my youngest siblings at her side, on their way to school.
Outside, her car, was no where to be seen.

I heard her yelling for my father. I came down the stairs the chaos of my dream echoing in the anger and panic in her voice.
A couple phone calls later and we find out, my mother's car was repossessed.

I am aware that these circumstances occur in a moderate frequency. A car is a luxury item after all, and luxury means that it can be removed but still, I was unprepared for the reality I was thrown into this morning.

"The rich get richer and the poor get poorer."
I don't know who the first was to say that but I know how right they are. It costs more to get a car back from repossession than it does to pay the bill in the first place.
And how, prey tell, do they expect you to pay so much more when you struggled to pay in the first place?

I'll never know.

My dream was chaos, disorder, fear.
I wonder if it was a reflection of the world.
My family isn't the only one that is faced with this problem and it's only going to get worse I fear.
I just hope that things change before the world breaks down into world wide violence akin to the riots in London.

And I pray that each one of us is given the chance to be part of the change as well.