A Strange Dream

I am a person whose dreams are normally realistic. I mean, the laws of physics still apply so I don't fly, falling hurts and I can only run at a normal speed. That said, I am not a person who often has what I would call 'symbolic' dreams. Those ones that have strange images and leave a mark on the next few days of your waking life. Well, last night I had one of those and since they are so rare, I deemed it worth recording and this blog seemed as good of a place as any. The atmosphere is dark, the sky looks red and black, like dusk during on a summer night when there is a forest fire uncomfortably close and the soot and fire light is making the clouds glow red. I'm standing in a huge flat field. I'm walking and the farther I walk, the more I can't help but notice that the ground is getting steep and something felt wrong. I look down. The ground isn't grass and it isn't dirt. The ground is made of bodies. For some reason I don't freak out, I just keep walking and soon the ground begins to slop upward with increasing steepness. I get to a point that appears to be a peak of sorts, in that I don't think the ground is getting any higher and I encounter someone who is still alive. He looks ragged and sad. I asked him what happened, which seems like the obvious question to ask at the time, although the answer was already clear. "A war, the last." was what the stranger told me. I look around and all that I can see is dead. Suddenly, I'm not there anymore, as though that part of a dream was only a vision. I still feel what I have seen, and realize at this point I am back to a point in time before the war. The only thing that I can think of is that I have to tell someone, anyone, EVERYone what I have seen. So I tell the first person I meet and he listens politely and tells me that there have been predictions of an apocalypse for as long as men have had a voice, and calmly disregards what I said. This goes on for a while with each person that I speak to having some different but equally nonchalant attitude as the first man. That's when it hit me. They were right, there have always been predictions like this. It seemed at that point that the only possible outcome for humanity, if were allowed to continue in the way that it has since the beginning of time, was one of self destruction. That it is only just a matter of time until those predictions prove true. At that point I wake up. So, I never said it was a happy dream, or a dream that made sense or a beautiful dream, but that was the dream. Once I was awake and tried to analyze what my subconscious mind had contrived, I realized that the only way to turn from that path is to be compassionate for your fellow man, to put them before yourself. This means even if they are a stranger. Do what you can to help them out in their times of need and if someone is hurtful towards you, the only correct response is one of love, for that man does not know what he is doing.