Wow, just saw this thread. Cool. If it wasn't for my dreams, I wouldn't really even have a life. Most of them are simple every-day stuff, a few (damn few) are sexy, and a few are really scary. I seem to dream endlessly and semi-lucidly; I usually know I'm having a dream and can, at times, change the course of the dream (or maybe I just dream I do... don't try and think that crap out, BTW.) Anyway, I had one last weekend that blew me away, and the depressing mood of it followed me all day. I wrote it in my "dream journal" and here it is, kinda paraphrased.
I was in a huge cave, actually an ice cave. There were hundreds of children there of all ages, and adults of both sexes. The adults were preparing for battle, putting on body armor, taping assault rifle magazines together, painting their faces with camo and such. I knew it would be an apocalyptic battle, from which they would not return. Death hung heavy in the air. I also knew, however, that I would not be going with them, that another fate awaited me. The leader of the fighters approached me. He said four words, four simple words that staggered me to my core. I knew then that my duty would be way more difficult than theirs, which would soon be over. Mine would go on and on, literally for years. He said, "Keep the children alive." They marched off, out into the darkness, into a blizzard or storm, and to their doom. I was torn, almost yearning to go with them. The children were hungry, and babies were crying. I woke up.
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