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atwar664

Another Strange Dream Had I

Feb 19, 2007 11:10

So aside from all the fantastic free thrills I get during the more restful period in my circadian cycle, I had an actual moral crisis during my dreaming last night. Bear with this description for a second I guarantee it gets better ( Read more... )

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junyr February 19 2007, 22:39:47 UTC

You bury the dead (all of them), say a prayer and pick up a hoe.

In life, you live.

atwar664 February 20 2007, 04:23:13 UTC

I am working on it. Really I am.

Do you have an extra shovel partner? Or more like a back hoe. heh heh!

sheriffjoe February 20 2007, 02:51:04 UTC

Interesting, Mike. I wonder if you realize the stunning significance of your dream? Let me know. We can discuss it further if you like.

Joe

atwar664 February 20 2007, 04:21:31 UTC

I know it was different from all the other dreams; because, I wrote this one down. But I can only interpret generalities from it. Much like one would from a movie. I would be interested in knowing your take. Very much actually.

sheriffjoe February 20 2007, 05:29:59 UTC

There is a theory that each and every character in our dreams are merely aspects of our own personality. You, the main character of your dream, portray what you see yourself as...an average person, doing his job day in and day out. You see yourself as fighting the noble fight...and yet, you know the dangers of everyday living. Pitfalls surround you and, in my estimation, you know exactly what those pitfalls are...you know how to avoid them. However, you are scared, terrified that this knowledge is meaningless...the danger is unavoidable...and when it comes...it annihilates your brothers, that is...it destroys all of those noble deeds and intentions that you strive for. In the end, very little is left. You lament the massive losses. Further, you feel that it is a moral defeat that you would destroy those things that part of you empathizes with...and hates for being so weak and blind to possibilities...those possibilities that you fight for every day. You burn in anger over the stupidity of the dead men ( ... )