I had a tough time sleeping last night; I was pretty restless. I remember one dream/nightmare, though it didn't feel like a nightmare while I was having it. While having it I was just doing what I was doing without the emotion I felt I should be having; it's kind of hard to explain. Well, here it is anyway. I was a soldier. Most the other soldiers were having a good time playing in the water in this cave, splashing around and everything. Other soldiers were standing outside on guard duty. The water looked cool and inviting and I new that those spashing around in it were having a great time. However, I was kind of numb toward it all. I walked outside and looked-up and saw a squad of enemy soldiers moving-in on the ridge. I didn't have a weapon and I hurried to alert those on guard duty. The enemy had automatic weapons and opened fire mowing-down the guards that had their backs to the enemy. I was in the water as one of the hit guards dropped his rifle. I grabbed the rifle before it completely submerged beneath the water. I took-out two of the enemy with two very focussed shots (I had been taught to use a rifle at the age of 11 in military school in Vermont and had earned many of the NRA certifications prior to the age of 12, the legal age of using a rifle here in New York; I find it amazing that I still know how to use an M16 after all these decades, but in the dream I went through all the steps.) There were many more of the enemy conceled. The dream eneded. As I ponder the dream, I think the enemy soldiers are my addictions. No matter what we do in life, we must remain constantly on guard. I obviously need a weapon, use all the steps in using the weapon, and take-out the enemy one by one. I'm currently loosing my composure as I type this. I'm feeling a lot of hate right now. Sorry. Out here.
Tags: Dream Watchful Addiction
