Dreaming Of November 9

08 October, 2016: An American Flag flies beautifully during a match between Navy and Houston at Navy - Marine Corps Memorial
08 October, 2016: An American Flag flies beautifully during a match between Navy and Houston at Navy - Marine Corps Memorial Stadium in Annapolis, Maryland. (Photo by Daniel Kucin Jr./Icon Sportswire via Getty Images)

I'm dreaming of November 9, when our national fever has broken and the night sweats are washed away, and while still weak, we open ourselves up to a shared journey of recouping our strength and restoring our fragile constitution.

I'm dreaming of November 9, and the days after November 9, when the bitter edge of combat is dulled, and our spirits less brittle and hostile and stunted we allow our vulnerabilities to be an open path rather than an attack strategy. I'm dreaming of November 9, and the weeks after November 9, when each must pick up the needle and thread of constructive citizenship and begin to mend the national fabric shredded by destructive language and ripped by acts of unkindness.

I'm dreaming of November 9, and the months after November 9, when we clear out electoral delineations and imposed voter blocs of you versus me, we versus those. I'm dreaming of national reconciliation, recognition of pain unheard, alienation unalleviated, justice unknown. I'm dreaming of November 9, and the years after November 9, of peaceful tables laden with compassionate policies, impactful politics, reparations of wrongs, and restoration of the breach and repairers of the streets upon which we can live together.

I have nightmares of November 9 too -- full of violence, rupture, bared teeth, hateful hearts, with guns out and bombs laid waiting. My nightmares of November 9, and the days after November 9, are filled with fractured trust, fingers pointed with declarations of destruction, trenches dug for prolonged warfare.

I have nightmares of November 9, and the months after November 9, when blame is placed, and communities targeted, and the worst of our nation's sinful past comes blazing back like a white knuckling addict who demands one more taste. I have nightmares of November 9, and the years after November 9, where generations of the disaffected disintegrate the bonds that tie, distributing despair on fertile, volatile minds with itchy, dangerous hands.

I'm dreaming of November 9, that I know will also be a nightmare, while praying that it is a nightmare that we can collectively wake up from and shake off, proclaiming it a "bad dream" that inspires us even more to commit ourselves to the dream; to a nation that will continue to strive to be better and to embody the vision of a beloved community.

On November 9, together we must begin dreaming.