Just a dream (I hope)

I woke from this dream a couple weeks back and quickly wrote all I could remember. I'm always open to prophetic possibilities in dreams and all the talk and images of the wreckage from the recent S.Korean oil-spill reminds me of the terror I felt in that dream. I'll soon be island-hopping Southeast Asia and I hope I see nothing like this:

I walked around the hostel grounds at night. The old building stood over-looking the ocean, as I did. Outside it was dark except for small personal fires in comfy corners. Behind the fires, the 3rd-world locals drank island moonshine and crackled about hardship in a language I don't understand. Despite the hot, tropical climate, I suppose all homeless feel more comfortable next to a fire. "Even in paradise, they need the fire for warmth," I thought. I was struggling up a steep hill, looking forward to meeting the new group of tourists. I was hoping they could tell me what I should do in this place and whether I should be scared or not.

Then, as if under attack, everyone jumped into motion. I turned towards the ocean and saw near-naked, sun-burnt island natives speeding through the waves in small boats. The border guards were quick to harpoon the fleeting freedom fighters. (<-Alliteration *thanks NIU!). Nobody had to tell me. I knew these people were trying to escape this place us tourists called "paradise." The refugees were snared in gigantic nets like defeated fish.

All around me, the natives mocked their failed, fellow man. They condescendingly harped whale-cries at them. I think the captures comfort them by showing that their shitty existence and helplessness cannot be helped. They delight in being reminded there's no way out. The trapped heroes were dragged back onto the beach and the locals piled on them, beating them with whatever they could find. The border patrol sat back, laughing at these foolish peasants for doing their shitty job for them. I couldn't watch any longer and turned up the hill. As I passed one shadow-lit homeless man, he gave me a grin and started to play "Silent Night," on his old guitar. I guess it was Christmas in this poor paradise.