posted July 09, 2005 07:44 PM         

We ended up in the 100's and I asked her "Why are we going into Harlem in the middle of the night? It's not the best neighborhood."

She brushed that off because there was some big celebration going on and once I saw it I sort of wanted to watch it too. Everyone was out on the streets, music was playing, all of the buildings were like huge monuments of art because people decorated them the way they wanted. I thought it was great. There were huge paper mache heads going through the crowds. It sort of reminded me of a Mardi Gras.

Next thing I know another huge crowd arrives and it's tradition that everyone fights. Well that's not fun for me so I grab my friend's hand and pull her off a side street and tell her we're not staying. A small gang follows us but I manage to keep away from them for some time. I feel responsible for this girl I'm with and I have to keep her safe even though he's realy her fault we're there to begin with. I keep her walking quickly. At one point the gang is catching up with us and I fly into the air and through these think leaves of these huge trees along the streets. I come back down and as my feet touch the ground they make a different sound and I look down to see black boots. I look at my chest and I'm in a Nazi uniform and the only thing I think is "NO! NOT AGAIN!"

My friend looks at me and doesn't seem to notice. While I'm freaking out internally about what I'm wearing I don't show that I'm freaking out about it externally. But while we are pausing there on the sidewalk the gang catches up to us. They are big men and one of them puts an arm around my shoulder. His hand is holding a knife pointing at the side of my chest so if I resist it'll be easier for him to stab me. They are more interested in my friend than in me and they start talking to her and asking her if she is Jewish because if she is she can stay there but that I'm not welcome. Well she is but she's arguing with them - as much as she can because she doesn't want to be killed - suddenly she looks like Caron (Richard from Rammstein's ex-wife).

I keep thinking about my gun on my left side. No one knows I have it. When the guy with his arm around me drops his guard I can grab it and kill 3 of them before the fourth one even knows what happened.

Next thing I know it's daytime and we are walking down a small dirtroad instead of in NYC. We're in the country. There are trees and rolling hills. It's the same situation, though, the two of us and the four gang members holding us hostage. I don't know where we are walking. One of them has a book about WWII and I ask to see it. He lets me and I look at the page he's looking at. He doesn't speak German so he's just looking at the black and white pictures. There are song lyrics over one photo and I start singing it and pointing to each word to show him how it's pronounced. He asks me how I know that and I tell him I don't know but in my head I know I used to sing it. It's some sort of anthem or patriotic song. I can't remember the words now but I remember Vater in it and I think I could remember the tune.

Anyway - I take the distraction as my chance to get away. I do manage to get to my gun and surprise them all by killing them. It's not something I want to do even though they were really mean and might have killed us.

My friend and I run and there is a ship waiting at a dock. I have something to do with this ship. I organized its departure or something. There are many many people waiting on the deck - mostly families. I get on with my friend and I am yelling at the people that run the ship because they are saying there are enough people on it and they won't be allowing anymore on. I get really angry and I start reaching over the rail and grabbing people's kids and babies they are begging me to take with us. I yell at the people that run the boat "If there is even a little space on the deck it's going to be filled with a person!"

The people that run the ship stop arguing with me but the ship starts to leave. I grab a couple more kids and help one woman onto the ship as we are leaving. Then I look down at my uniform and I groan at it and just start stripping it off because I refuse to wear it anymore even if I have to walk around in underwear.

posted July 10, 2005 02:07 PM         

... the tale continues. I can see that much of this dream falls into line with the others, rather eerily, actually ... especially after reading some of the past-life stuff over the last few days.

Be back soon.

posted July 14, 2005 04:56 AM         

Well, there is the obvious past-life component to this dream, which I'll get to at some point, but I think there must be a conncection to your present conditions as well. I think this dream is about different aspects of your personality, different aspects of self (friend morphs into different people), aspects that you keep in the back of your mind (geting dark). It is suggested that this has to do with psychological conflict (Return of the Sith), a hidden/secret (night), "unsafe" area of your psyche/awareness (Harlem).

There is an internal recognition of the importance of this area, which could be tied in with cyclic activity of some kind (karma?)(celebration going on) and you are curious about it (sort of wanted to watch), but realize there is inevitable conflict here that you want no part of (traditional fight, you leave). But "intimidating" unconscious/secret/hidden material draws closer anyway (gang follows you). You wish to rise above the conflict, to "leave" it (through the leaves), but your dream consciousness has other ideas ... and this material/energy "catches up" with you (gang catches up). At this point you begin to "fall into" the Nazi past-life role (come back down/Nazi uniform).

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Aaarg!! What little time I have is now gone so I'll get back to this asap!

posted July 14, 2005 09:17 PM         

Now, my mind is telling me that your dream consciousness chose to "do the Nazi thing" rather than face the present issue which actually initiated the dream, although the two are apparently related, probably on an emotional level, and perhaps in other ways as well. So, before I get into the past-life material (I would like to hear from my other "source" on that), I would like to comment on the present.

So, within the symbology that I hit upon in the preceeding post, the dream suggests that you feel trapped, "held hostage" by someone who often exhibits anger or control (knife), and secretly, you want out, you want to leave ...you want change ... secretly.

Does this make sense?