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"Being somewhere else when not being busy with everything else. "
Got an interesting repeating dream there in your mind at night? Did you dream anything that left you with a residual feeling for days after?
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Anyways. This dream was from earlier this week. The theme was WAR.
The colliding parties consisted of age old enemies of world War II, Nazis vs Bolscheviks. The war from old had continued for at least 20 more years judging from the gloom and doom of the whole matter. The warehouse is vast, the roof is not seen, instead it is just pitch black as sky. The shelves of stacked pallets are at least 6 stories high and empty pallets create floors for hiding, for my part.
Earlier in the dream I am a war prisoner of the fascists who negligently executes us slaves if we don't do as we are told. Holocaust is in the air. I am also a prisoner or something to that fact on the opposing side, where human life has an equally low worth and the only thing that matters is to fuel the never ending war machine, which this dystopian nightmare consist of.
Once I find myself then taking refuge hidden among the old worn and dusty pallets as the front line below continues with shots now and then that echoes as on a muddy field of death. If found then death is sure. I am freezing and occupied with trying to bothering hide and keep warm. I am using squares of moss that I use as isolation and I am building a sort of covering clothes with it.
Once I climb to the top of the shelves to find a secret camera housing CCTV thing that overlooks the neighboring stack. It becomes apparent to me that we few survivors have been observed the whole time from somewhere distant through these camera turrets. I sabotage it. Disabling it. Turning around I see them everywhere. Spread equally distant apart, covered in dirty gray/brown thick textile tarp. Everything is futile. I know that the officer who shot and killed me previously in my other role knows where I am.
I don't know maybe the warehouse symbolizes the world lol.
I also had a dream about atoga the other dayOnce Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up, and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn’t know if he were Zhuang Zhou who had dreamed he was a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou. Between Zhuang Zhou and a butterfly, there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.
I been dreaming a lot lately, mind in overdrive mode. Nothing real spectacular, dreams usually aren't as interesting as they seem.