Dreams, random or packed full of yummy meaning?
I rarely remember my dreams anymore unless it involves zombies. For some reason I remember my dreams from the other night, maybe because I was reading a book about dreams having access to genetic knowledge. It took me a couple of days thinking on it to piece all the details back together.
In this first dream I was a native american warrior and I was being chased by these two other men. As I was running from them I came to a lake and dove in to swim away from them. One dove in after me and we started fighting underwater, he had some sort of knife and I managed to almost knock him out and get away. As I broke the surface again the second guy started shooting arrows at me from the shore. As I dove back underwater the first guy was grabbing at me again. I saw, kind of floating in the water next to me, one of the arrows that had grazed my head but missed. I grabbed it and shoved into the guys neck and into his head. It was pretty visceral. I started to swim away and made it to the other shore, but more people were waiting for me and I got captured and tied up. Then the dream kind of skipped forward to this older, 50ish, native man telling this story to a bunch of old white guys at what seemed like a gathering of the VFW or something.
Abruptly this dream got broken into by another dream in which I'm wearing a German military uniform (WW 1 or 2, I can't tell) and this other German officer in uniform walks up to me, hands me an envelope and says, "Make sure this letter gets to my very good friend, Adolf French."
Not sure what to make of this.
In this first dream I was a native american warrior and I was being chased by these two other men. As I was running from them I came to a lake and dove in to swim away from them. One dove in after me and we started fighting underwater, he had some sort of knife and I managed to almost knock him out and get away. As I broke the surface again the second guy started shooting arrows at me from the shore. As I dove back underwater the first guy was grabbing at me again. I saw, kind of floating in the water next to me, one of the arrows that had grazed my head but missed. I grabbed it and shoved into the guys neck and into his head. It was pretty visceral. I started to swim away and made it to the other shore, but more people were waiting for me and I got captured and tied up. Then the dream kind of skipped forward to this older, 50ish, native man telling this story to a bunch of old white guys at what seemed like a gathering of the VFW or something.
Abruptly this dream got broken into by another dream in which I'm wearing a German military uniform (WW 1 or 2, I can't tell) and this other German officer in uniform walks up to me, hands me an envelope and says, "Make sure this letter gets to my very good friend, Adolf French."
Not sure what to make of this.