I awoke this morning to a rather stressful dream, the level of which I rarely have. In my dream, I was in a room with a shirtless oriental ninja type and his prisoner. I was just there, watching. The prisoner was in a chair, while the ninja paced a few feet away at a table. He was obviously angry. I should state right here that I didn't recognize the ninja nor the prisoner as anyone identifiable in real life, and the prisoner's face was never in focus. His anonymity bothered me, but in the dream I was relieved to find that it wasn't my face or the face of someone I know.
The room was not too dark and had walls that were made of bamboo or wood. The ninja picked up a large knife from the table and threw it at the chest of the prisoner. The knife plunged into his chest a few inches and the prisoner writhed in pain. The ninja went over to him and pulled the knife out. The prisoner was relieved and didn't seem to be too damaged. The ninja repeatedely threw and extracted the knife. He yelled at the prisoner each time he extracted the blade. I never could figure out what the yelling was about, nor why he was doing this. I was puzzled how the ninja could throw the knife as to avoid a fatal wound, and marveled at the skill. After a few repetitions, I started pleading for him to stop. With each attack, my pleas were louder, more insistant. But I was powerless to act. The ninja finally started yelling at me and I demurred.
He went back over to the table and picked out a large, thin bladed knife. His throw thrust the knife into the man's chest so hard that the it went through and stuck out of his back. Still, the knife seemed to have avoided the heart and major organs. This time when the ninja walked over to the prisoner, he didn't pull out the knife. Instead, he reached around and grabbed the bloody blade between his thumb and forefinger and sorta wiggled it, which reinforced the actuality of it. I started pleading for him to remove the knife from the man's chest, but he just smiled at me and wouldn't do it. Again and again I pleaded, all to no avail. I finally realized consciousness and decided that I'd had anough of this dream and forced myself awake. It was 6:23am.
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The closest that an interpretation of a dream can ever get to truth is to reach the level of "plausible." One way to look at this dream is to think of the dream characters each as aspects of yourself. In fact, you can just about always get something out of a dream when you consider it that way. Then the interpretation follows: part of you is an innocent victim, remarkably stoic and tough. Part of you is committing self harm for reasons that cannot be fathomed, and this part of you will not be stopped easily. Part of you was initially a passive observer, but the nature of the observer has undergone change--the observe has been prompted to act, but is not yet effective. My hunch is that the observer cannot simply stop the ninja until it understands why the ninja is torturing the victim.
But the good thing here is that the observer is now spurred to action.
Or is that total bullshit?
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