Current mood: hopeful
It was a very long, semi-epic dream.
Early in the dream it seamed to be set historically in the distant past of the Americas. Before any foreign influence had come to it's shores. This is not entirely correct, however, since it was not explicitly described as such. A feeling similar to that setting was presented in some way. I am not even sure how that is the case or if I am even describing it clearly enough to be understood by anybody but myself.
I was part of a semi-tribal society. I had a semi-dark skin and the overall appearance somewhat similar to a native american. I lived in a house which was quite anachronistically modern, as were all of the houses of my town, not far from a large river which ran against the base of a large cliff over hang. The cliff stood maybe 50 or so feet above the water and was not a sheer drop off but more of a steep incline of roughly 75° or so. Early in the dream I stood on top of the cliff looking out over the river, watching over my town on the opposite side. The day seemed like a late summer afternoon. The ground was mostly a dirt brown color with a bit of grass here and there. Sparsely scattered clusters of medium sized, Washington-style trees and foliage filled it all out.
While I stood on top of the cliff I became aware of a oncoming presense of unwanted foreigners approaching. I do not remember specifically seeing them as they approached but somehow knew they were coming and needed to warn my town. I went back over the river to my town and most, if not all, of the people there were in their houses and difficult to warn, so I think I shouted the warning as I ran back to my family's house. The architecture of the housing somewhat resembled the fictitious architecture found in the XBox game called The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind as did the general layout of the town as a whole. By this time it was getting quite dark out, and my family was sleeping or basically inert as I went into the house to get them so we could flee. It was quiet and dark as I quickly moved through the house starting from the lowest floor and working my way up to the top floor gathering my children.
As I got to the top floor some of the intruders had come to my front door and where about to come into my house. Strangely, it was all still quiet and dark so I directed my children and wife to secretly escape through a door in the back of the house while I dealt with the intruders at the front of the house. I gave them instructions to go to a specific safe place that I would meet up with them later at, and sent them on their way.
The intruders were all white-european with a somewhat viking look to them. They were sort of inept at chasing me. I can't recall exactly what I did with them other than knocking one of them down. I basically kept their attention for as long as I could so my family could distance themselves from danger. I somehow lured them around inside my house then secretly slipped out a different part of the house so I could also escape. Unfortunately I had not gotten very far before the intruders had realized I had left the house and
immediately resumed pursuit. It always seemed to be that there were always two of them throughout this whole dream even though there were conceptually many more that I was not dealing with directly.
They followed me to the other side of town where a pond-sized fountain of water was. I was too fast for them to catch on foot so they decided to go get into some motor vehicles in attempt to catch me. I was quite dismayed at the strangely anachronistic nature of having any kind of motor vehicle at that time and even made notice of it in my thinking during the dream. It seemed like a sort of "lucid dream"-type of thought to have... I remember thinking "those cars seem a little too advanced for this time period... I wonder where they got them?"
As they were speeding toward me I quickly ducked into a small corridor in between to houses at the last moment before they would have struck me with their vehicles. One was driving a car I can not picture at this time, and the other was driving a motorcycle. They spun around to try to continue their pursuit and this time as they where driving by I was able to knock the motorcycle one off his bike. I quickly commandeered the motorcycle for use in my attempted escape.
It was a small, red, mid-late eighties model Honda or the like. I started driving it around on the grass and was having difficulty getting any speed out of it. I felt like I was re-learning how to drive and was trying different techniques as I tried to build up speed to ditch the other guy in the car. I was driving around in between buildings and on the grass so the car could not directly follow me. I was still unable to really make any distance between us since he could drive the car around a building almost as fast as I could drive in-between them.
I eventually made it out to the edge of the town and started down the dirt road leading out of town. There came, from the direction I was headed, another one of the intruders driving another car slowly my direction. The guy in the car behind me was a reasonable distance behind me but was gaining ground since my motorcycle was still slower than his car. The end of my dream came after I had turned off the dirt road to avoid the oncoming intruder and started across a grassy area but I don't remember any of it being very significant or startling... I think I just woke up normally.
There was, as is almost always the case, more to the dream which I can not really recall any more but I think this encapsulates the bulk of it pretty well.
I initially felt like letting this dream go but decided to write it down somewhat spontaneously. Very little of it seems very important to me now, and really doesn't seem like it could even be important to me or anybody in the future, but I enjoyed writing it down non the less.
On a different note...
Life is pretty good. Things have sort of calmed down for me emotionally. I have started the process of learning to forgive myself for being an idiot. I say "started the process" because I can not say that I have actually gotten it figured out, but rather because I realize the need for it and even the comfort that comes by doing it, even for the little things.
I am sort of getting closer to my goal of better sleeping habits. I have cleaned up my bedroom enough to think it seems like a bedroom again... as opposed to a junk-explosion hole filled with the debris of my organizational ineptitude. My finances are sort of shaping up a bit, as my business is sort of falling into a better pattern of consistency. I am learning to find hope again... A key element to reclaiming peace. I am socializing more. Things are better.
I just realized that my list of positive changes is pretty big. And even though they are individually not very seemingly profound I think I should see it all as cause for celebration. Maybe I will throw myself a groovy party when no one is looking. Ya, that sounds like a great idea.
Anyway... this is becoming extraneously long. My bad.
I will likely continue my rambling in my talk during sacrament meeting at church tomorrow. I am expected to fill at least fifteen minutes give or take. Should be quite fun I think.
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