Constant Little Battles

This post is about a dream that I had.  It was a strange dream, but a dream that I am pretty sure I can interpret.

The dream shows how things that are stored away in your subconscious combined with your conscious can manifest itself in a dream.

I want to write about it before the details begin to fade.

I was in a small town.  I have no idea where this town was or what it was called. I can recall the details of the streets and the buildings but I can’t connect it with anywhere I have been in recent memory.

I remember a parking lot on a hill, a McDonalds and a red pickup truck with the rear driver’s side door handle missing.

I was walking the streets at dusk and I was a Jedi or a least I had a light saber.  There were some other Jedi or people carrying lightsabers and they weren’t Star Wars characters, just some people with lightsabers like me.

This gang of lightsaber wielding people that I was a part of are just walking around from building to building trying to be stealthy.  Eventually we come upon some very ordinary looking people who also have light sabers.  They turn out to be our enemies and they are trying to kill us.

My gang is successful at defending ourselves but these ordinary looking people who are evil, just keep coming at us as the sidewalks become crowded like a big city.

For a short while I continue to fight with my Jedi comrades and make my way across the street.  I end up in a parking lot on a hill at night and all my gang is gone.

I am now fighting this onslaught of ordinary looking evil people.  As every one of them approaches me I must be leery of their intentions.

At this point I am able to determine who in the crowd is a normal person and who is my evil foe before they can turn and attack.  Defending myself has become easy but they just keep coming out of nowhere, different faces coming out of the crowd intent on my destruction.

I can’t just defeat a number of these people and relax.  I vanquish one foe and before I can catch my breath another one attacks.

They’re not intense battles, just constant annoying battles that seem to never end.

I finally make my way into a red pickup truck.  I know it’s my truck but as I close the door I hear a voice in the back seat.

I get out and look in the back seat.  I try to open the door and notice the handle is missing.

My enemy is standing there laughing as he shows me how to open the door.  The door opens but all I see is a sign hanging in the back seat.  I don’t know what it says but my opponent finds it amusing.

Now I’m really pissed off and I fight my way down the parking lot hill and into the McDonalds.  They keep coming at me.  As I vanquish one here comes another.

I work my way out of McDonalds and still there are more of these annoying enemies.

Finally it’s over because I woke up. I had to go to the bathroom.

I was glad to wake up because I was becoming very annoyed and upset with the constant fighting.

I was never afraid, just annoyed that they kept coming and coming out of nowhere.

The next day I realized this was my subconscious reminding me of my annoyance with all the things that constantly pop up throughout the days, weeks, months, years.

Sometimes it feels like I am constantly fighting these minor skirmishes that look friendly and then suddenly turn on you like the enemies in my dream.

I must deal with them as they come at me but I know they will continue to come upon me.  They won’t just stop.

So I need to live my life to the fullest and stop searching the crowds and trying to pick them out before they approach.   They will always be there.

© Otis P Smith and About the Groove, 2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Otis P Smith and About the Groove with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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