City In War
(This dream was recorded on 26 September 2004)
The city we live in is no longer a peaceful seaside city any more.
Invaders have launched attacks to destroy us. Hordes of plane fighters were hovering in the sky dropping bombs. Citizens were panicking. Old and young, men and women, adults and children were all running on the street like mad without knowing where they were going. Screams, cries, yelling which were mixed in the background bombing noises filled in the air.
I had a look in the sky. The bombs were dropped here and there from the plane fighters but somehow from a distance. I was amongst the running crowds, who eventually found a cave to hide.
The cave made me feel a little safer, but just a little. I was scared. I did not understand why this happened, and what I was supposed to do. The attack happened so abruptly that it was impossible for us to absorb it let alone assemble a strategy to protect our lives.
Something strange happened. We heard some noises outside the cave. It sounded like a choir singing. Out of curiosity, we all slowly but suspiciously walked out to see what was happening.
Hundreds of people were forming a circle on the street, hand in hand, chanting. They all wore robes (like those ancient Greeks). They did not look worried, or scared. They acted as if there was no attack at all and their lives were not in danger. They were totally oblivious that a war was happening.
More and more people (including myself) joined the circle and the chanting naturally, a little puzzled and confused first. As I was chanting, suddenly a surreal sense of peace came all over me and all I felt was me, peace and power. I was hardly aware of what was going on outside the chanting circle. Suddenly, I realised that this was a way of fighting. Instead of running around madly and clueless, this was the only way that could save my life – if I can remain calm, ignore the chaos in the outside world and have faith that this is all I need to do, nothing can destroy me.
posted by Passion @ 7:14 pm
1 Comments:
Here's my dream intepretation:
From what I understand, war in a dream can be a metaphor for the personal battles and struggles of our everyday life. The invasion could be an indication that something or someone was invading my space and causing disturbance.
The fact that I did not know who the enemies were or why they invaded my land, my enemies appearing aggressive and advantageous at the beginning (air force v civilians), and that I and other country fellows were not equipped to fight back… all these could mean that I believe in peace and harmony, not aggressive behaviour.
I was not in this war alone. Initially I didn’t believe I had the strength to pull through and as a result I panicked, looking for hideaways. But I soon realised that I was not alone and I had allies who inspired me and pulled out strength in me. The fact that these people were neither Kiwis nor my countryman but Greeks reflected that I am aware of cultural diversity and do not have discrimination against races as we are all part of one big family. I did not come out of the cave by force but of a voluntary action - this could suggest that I am in control of my life despite all the threats or risks. Rather than staying in the cave and feeling safe, I know I need to deal with the devil head-on.
Chanting together in the midst of a war suggests that I do not believe in retaliation by using a similar approach to fight back against my enemies. My defence is always in my inner self.
Finally, there were no dead bodies, or blood. Although there was no ending of the war, lacking of brutal scenes suggests that I was not defeated or manipulated.
So, a bit of nightmare on the surface, it now looks like a very positive dream.
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