Dream Journal : Enemy Mine
Sep. 11th, 2006 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
errantemberSo I just had this trippy dream, almost certainly to avoid going back to my martial arts class, which I haven't been to for months but was intending to return to tonight. The recurring theme was that my nemesis was consistantly getting away because I was somehow granting him the power to do so. He kept morphing forms and I kept chasing him. Every time I thought I'd got him, he somehow escaped by using my own powers against me. And I was pretty powerful. I was deflecting ion beams big enough to roast a small city with my bare hands, chasing advanced spacecraft into the stratosphere, and consistantly changing shapes myself to keep up with Mr. Enemy. At the end he'd turned into my favorite dearly departed rabbit, Shadow, and all the guns I could barely motivate myself to use to kill him were out of ammo, including the tiny little toy one I had in my hand. I considered throwing him off a cliff in that form, but realized he'd just find another way to escape. I was looking for some '357 ammo when I woke up.
Other than dealing with the various forms he'd turn into (innocent bystanders, my rabbit, etc.) there wasn't a lot of emotional content to the dream. I wasn't frustated or triumphant or anything in the process, yet I knew what I was doing was important.
This is very interesting coming on the heels of finishing Radical Honesty by Brad Blanton, lent to me by Katia. I'm a self-help and psychology junkie, and it's definitely one of the best books I've ever read. The point from the book the dream is illustrating is that whenever we seem to be struggling to get ourselves to do something, in this case, go to my martial arts class, the struggle is always an illusion generated by our ego. If we really wanted to go, we'd just go, but instead we create the illusion of struggle to make it *seem* like we're trying when really we're not, thereby creating and empowering our own enemy, who doesn't really exist.
Other than dealing with the various forms he'd turn into (innocent bystanders, my rabbit, etc.) there wasn't a lot of emotional content to the dream. I wasn't frustated or triumphant or anything in the process, yet I knew what I was doing was important.
This is very interesting coming on the heels of finishing Radical Honesty by Brad Blanton, lent to me by Katia. I'm a self-help and psychology junkie, and it's definitely one of the best books I've ever read. The point from the book the dream is illustrating is that whenever we seem to be struggling to get ourselves to do something, in this case, go to my martial arts class, the struggle is always an illusion generated by our ego. If we really wanted to go, we'd just go, but instead we create the illusion of struggle to make it *seem* like we're trying when really we're not, thereby creating and empowering our own enemy, who doesn't really exist.
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Date: 2006-09-12 02:22 am (UTC)Re: drastically cleaner
Date: 2006-09-12 04:59 am (UTC)Re: drastically cleaner
Date: 2006-09-12 05:04 am (UTC)http://www.satirewire.com/features/poetry_spam/poetryintro.shtml
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Date: 2006-09-12 04:38 pm (UTC)-Katia
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Date: 2006-09-13 08:35 pm (UTC)This fits with my recent experience with quitting smoking. I had "struggled" with quitting before, knowing full well that I didn't really "want" to quit, I just thought that I "should". This time, though, when I was quitting for real reasons of my own - making an actual *decision* - there was absolutely no struggle. No withdrawal, no cravings, no depression, no frustration - it's not even hard to be around other smokers. I have never once even considered smoking another cigarette.
Fantastic!
Date: 2006-09-13 08:57 pm (UTC)Power, sista!