Got a Baad Feelin' About This.
Can't say that my dreams have been of much use to me in recent years, but I've had the very same dream these last two days - can't recall having such a vivid recurring dream - and then I made some sense of it.
If my interpretation is correct, it is about an attack on Iran. To be sure, I've read dozens of articles in the last year discussing this very thing, so it ain't exactly an example of the pure gold of the unconscious busting its way into my awareness. But when you wake up and sense that the cool hand of death appears to have been tenderly stroking your forehead, it kind of leaves you in a different feeling-state - one where it doesn't really matter that I knew all about it before I went to sleep.
Ahmadinejad walks confidently across a very busy (stylistically) and Byzantine courtroom to the bench. He's not on trial, he is pleading a case. His mood is philosophical, but does occasionally approach that of righteous anger. As soon as the judge has him within range for more than a second, he leans over and smashes Ahmadinejad over the head with what appears to be a truncheon. The judge looks a bit like an old obese Karl Marx.
Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles back across the court and comes to a standstill face-to-face with what appears to be the guard of the court. He begins to protest vociferously to the guard, and the guard smashes him across both cheeks with his truncheon. Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles backwards and eventually collapses.
I'm not going to mince words with you like a common Jungian, children. The judge was a Jew, and the guard was a Yank, and Ahmadinejad, as it turns out, was out of his depth. And so would we all be.
Iran, according to the CIA, has a population of 68,017,860
If my interpretation is correct, it is about an attack on Iran. To be sure, I've read dozens of articles in the last year discussing this very thing, so it ain't exactly an example of the pure gold of the unconscious busting its way into my awareness. But when you wake up and sense that the cool hand of death appears to have been tenderly stroking your forehead, it kind of leaves you in a different feeling-state - one where it doesn't really matter that I knew all about it before I went to sleep.
Ahmadinejad walks confidently across a very busy (stylistically) and Byzantine courtroom to the bench. He's not on trial, he is pleading a case. His mood is philosophical, but does occasionally approach that of righteous anger. As soon as the judge has him within range for more than a second, he leans over and smashes Ahmadinejad over the head with what appears to be a truncheon. The judge looks a bit like an old obese Karl Marx.
Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles back across the court and comes to a standstill face-to-face with what appears to be the guard of the court. He begins to protest vociferously to the guard, and the guard smashes him across both cheeks with his truncheon. Ahmadinejad, both comprehending and failing to comprehend what has just happened, stumbles backwards and eventually collapses.
I'm not going to mince words with you like a common Jungian, children. The judge was a Jew, and the guard was a Yank, and Ahmadinejad, as it turns out, was out of his depth. And so would we all be.
Iran, according to the CIA, has a population of 68,017,860
posted by Erosoplier at 9:49 PM
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