I can't recall much about my dreams of the past three days. I always put off recording my dreams till later on in the day, so most of the visual content escapes me by the time I starting attending to my Squarespace journal, though in this case two images still figure prominantly into my memory.
The first one depicts me guiding people out of an alien infested complex, located smack dab in the center of some industrial suburban town that goes on oblivious to the alien military presence building up there. The aliens in my dream beared some resemblances to both the Bugs in Starship Troopers and the nifty super-droids who chased Princess Amadala out of her palace in the latest StarWars flick. I vaguely remember this dream also containing some X-rated content. Dilusions of importance and the fulfillment of my sexual fantasies, combined in one dose. Yummy. (Sounds like celebrity material)
Second, a very brief sequence where I attack someone's methods--a valued assistant or treasured advisor of some sort--and their subsequent forfeiture of life in final service to my interests.
Plus two central themes/feelings/sensations accompanying those images. Both odd, both disturbing in their own right.
- Overcoming insurmountable odds, and
- people sacrificing themselves for my security and wellbeing.
Will examine further.