Warning: This dream occurred on Saturday, March 10, 2012. It was sometime in the early hours of the day after 6a.m. This dream is rated PG-13 for graphic violence, continue reading only if you wish to risk becoming transformed into more that a conqueror…
In the dream, I was sitting/laying in a lounge chair in my front yard. A dog was sitting to my right. I heard a sound. I turned to see a “group” marching up the street, towards us. I laid back on the lounge chair. The group seemed organized, wore uniforms and helmets – an army of some type. I sat there and they continued to march past me and the dog. The marching, the numbers, their demeanor was meant to terrorize but the dog & I were not intimidated. We looked at them; they looked at us. It seemed my “you-don’t-scare-me-attitude” had an effect on the passing troops. They returned my looks with more mean faces. In response, I pulled a sword from under the chair and laid it in my lap. This new addition caused quite a stir in this group. They seemed to pass this new information up the line and then the group stopped. With some unheard order, two from the group stepped out from the column formation. They stood a few feet from me to my left. I looked down at my sword. I expected it to be shiny but it was speckled with small rust spots. I
looked back up to the two in uniform. They started running towards my house. I
grabbed the sword and chased them. They entered the house before me. I searched but I could not find the intruders. After a while, I stopped the
search and stood outside frustrated. Why couldn’t I find the two? Why did
they go into the house? Where did they go? What is going on? And why was my
sword rusty? I stood pondering & wondering; standing fatigued and in a state of
despair. I felt defeated. Then, I sensed something – I think it was audible – I heard the words, “Start the dream over”. I paused. I heard it again, “Start the dream over”.
I then remembered hearing a testimony about “stepping back into a dream” or “returning to a vision” – but I had never experienced anything like that. Ordinarily it is at this point in my experiences, I begin to reason through the possible options and outcomes – I analyze the what-ifs – which usually led to “paralysis by analysis”.
Unusual for me, I heeded the advice of the voice – I went back to the
beginning of the dream.
looked back up to the two in uniform. They started running towards my house. I
grabbed the sword and chased them. They entered the house before me. I searched but I could not find the intruders. After a while, I stopped the
search and stood outside frustrated. Why couldn’t I find the two? Why did
they go into the house? Where did they go? What is going on? And why was my
sword rusty? I stood pondering & wondering; standing fatigued and in a state of
despair. I felt defeated. Then, I sensed something – I think it was audible – I heard the words, “Start the dream over”. I paused. I heard it again, “Start the dream over”.
I then remembered hearing a testimony about “stepping back into a dream” or “returning to a vision” – but I had never experienced anything like that. Ordinarily it is at this point in my experiences, I begin to reason through the possible options and outcomes – I analyze the what-ifs – which usually led to “paralysis by analysis”.
Unusual for me, I heeded the advice of the voice – I went back to the
beginning of the dream.
So (again) I was back sitting/laying on my lounge chair. And (again) here came the troops. The interaction between troops & I began (again). And (again) I laid the sword on my leg. But this time, when the two stepped out from their ranks – I jumped up and stood in front of them. With one fluid sweeping motion, I raised my rusty blade and removed their heads from their uniformed bodies. Yes, the thrill of victory!
I stood feeling very pleased with returning to the dream: in this version there was no chasing; no intruders in my house; no loosing intruders in my house; no fatigue; no despair; no frustration… The thrill was short lived, that sense returned. I looked
around and the rest of the troops were still there. Hmmmm….
So, I went back to the beginning of the dream (again, again). I’m in the lounge chair lying down and the dog is sitting to my right. (So far “man’s best friend” has only been watching me, no barking, and only holding down his patch of grass.) I hear a sound; I see the marching troops coming my way. This time before they got close to me, I arise from the resting place. I turned and faced the approaching enemy. This time there was no doubt in my mind that this group was the enemy and they had very hostile intentions. They were sent to occupy my territory. I looked for my sword, my rust spotted sword. As I reached to grab for it, my right hand & forearm became a blade. It looked as if there was a sword blade attached at me elbow. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that. I went to touch my new blade with my left hand but my left was changed too. (Both blades were shiny, no rust in sight) In the face of the enemy, I had been transformed. I ran towards the enemy with both arms extended. I slew the entire group. I was a bit winded but very, very please – my foes vanquished! But that “sense” came again. I realized there were probably more troops transported from some place; it was an invasion.
I stood feeling very pleased with returning to the dream: in this version there was no chasing; no intruders in my house; no loosing intruders in my house; no fatigue; no despair; no frustration… The thrill was short lived, that sense returned. I looked
around and the rest of the troops were still there. Hmmmm….
So, I went back to the beginning of the dream (again, again). I’m in the lounge chair lying down and the dog is sitting to my right. (So far “man’s best friend” has only been watching me, no barking, and only holding down his patch of grass.) I hear a sound; I see the marching troops coming my way. This time before they got close to me, I arise from the resting place. I turned and faced the approaching enemy. This time there was no doubt in my mind that this group was the enemy and they had very hostile intentions. They were sent to occupy my territory. I looked for my sword, my rust spotted sword. As I reached to grab for it, my right hand & forearm became a blade. It looked as if there was a sword blade attached at me elbow. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that. I went to touch my new blade with my left hand but my left was changed too. (Both blades were shiny, no rust in sight) In the face of the enemy, I had been transformed. I ran towards the enemy with both arms extended. I slew the entire group. I was a bit winded but very, very please – my foes vanquished! But that “sense” came again. I realized there were probably more troops transported from some place; it was an invasion.
So, I went back to the beginning of the dream (again, again, again). I’m lying in lounge chair enjoying the sun on my face – this rest is good. But, my peace is disturbed. Somehow I know that something
foreign has entered my atmosphere, my domain, my realm of authority. I stand. I look to my left. I look to my right. I see in the distance something in the sky. It looks like paratroopers but at this distance – I can’t see a plane or parachutes. I start walking towards the sight. It becomes clearer – there is a “hole in the sky”. These uniformed beings are dropping out of this “hole” (portal). I’ve never seen anything like this. They were just falling to earth and landing on their feet. After they landed, they would quickly join other groups or squads. The enemy was gathering, organizing, and preparing for an assault. As I stood looking at their growing numbers; I began to grow. In seconds, I was as tall and massive as a mountain. With my now
colossal hands, I reached for this portal in the sky and crushed it. And said,
“No More Entry, this GATE is Closed!” I raised my legs and began to trample the
enemy under my size X feet. This felt like being MORE THAN A CONQUEOR!
It felt very, very, very good.
foreign has entered my atmosphere, my domain, my realm of authority. I stand. I look to my left. I look to my right. I see in the distance something in the sky. It looks like paratroopers but at this distance – I can’t see a plane or parachutes. I start walking towards the sight. It becomes clearer – there is a “hole in the sky”. These uniformed beings are dropping out of this “hole” (portal). I’ve never seen anything like this. They were just falling to earth and landing on their feet. After they landed, they would quickly join other groups or squads. The enemy was gathering, organizing, and preparing for an assault. As I stood looking at their growing numbers; I began to grow. In seconds, I was as tall and massive as a mountain. With my now
colossal hands, I reached for this portal in the sky and crushed it. And said,
“No More Entry, this GATE is Closed!” I raised my legs and began to trample the
enemy under my size X feet. This felt like being MORE THAN A CONQUEOR!
It felt very, very, very good.
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