Avian

My dream reminded me of the book The Odyssey so that is what I am calling it. If you don't know the plot of The Odyssey don't worry about it; it has no significance in the dream.

The setting of this dream was medieval/wild west/modern. People wore medieval armor and carried swords, but they usually also had guns like winchesters, revolvers, etc. Besides that, things were modern. There were phones, trains, cars, etc.

I was an older brother, and my younger brother had sworn an oath against me or something. He might have been a step-brother or something. It was not a love-hate relationship though, it was a hate-hate-hate relationship. He used anything he could to ruin things for me. He would lie, cheat, steal and manipulate his way into ruining my day and taking my things.

Fast forward awhile, until we were both well into our twenties and living on our own (I think we were kids before, or younger adults). I was doing pretty well for myself. This part is really hazy, but I knew he did something really bad.

Fast forward another 20 years or so. I had grey hair now, and I was doing very well. I had a wife and kids, and a very nice house. My brother hadn't done anything for a long time. One day, him and a bunch of scary looking wild west type people showed up at my house and evicted me. They had legal leverage as well as force, and they would probably kill me if I refused. So they smashed my house, and kicked me out (my family didn't play a big part in the dream, I only saw them like twice). He wanted the house, and he wanted to ruin my livelihood, but he also had some kind of scheme for himself and for some reason a key part of it was me going into "foreclosure".

I moved to some island. It was about the size of an estate. I could build a nice grand house, a dock, and I could have a nice life going in no time. There was also a WWII tank on the island for some reason. It was fully functional except for the gun, which was malfunctioning. Suddenly I realized there was a modern tank next to me (I was in the old one). A voice came out of it, "Hey, I just want to talk". It was my brother. He said, "You see, foreclosure means you can't own any property, so unfortunately I can't let you live here". I was already enraged at the fact that he would even show his face near me, but when he said this I came close to attacking him. Until I realized he had a modern tank (with the gun functioning) and a band of really scary looking 1800s dudes with guns.

So I left, and went to some family gathering on my wife's side of the family. There, I realized, was my salvation. I gathered up willing members of her family, and my friend, who had his own posse of people. We got our weapons and prepared to take back what was mine.

It turned into a massive horse-back wild west gunfight, but everyone had armor. Somehow I lost my horse and as I was running over a bridge I saw one of my guys bleeding out on the ground. I splashed some water on the wound, which apparently made it better, and continued. I eventually reached my brother's hide-out. He only had one goon left, but that guy had a dagger and was about to kill two of my guys. I ran up and hit him in the head with an axe I was holding. Then, I saw my brother, and all his servants. Some of them had wronged me, but the worst of them were traitors who I had trusted. They were just sneering. For some reason there were also people who were not involved in the conflict. They were just bystanders, but they were in the group of people that I was fighting. I charged, swinging my axe left and right until there was only my brother left (and the bystanders, of course.... strangely, they didn't seem to care that there was a bloody battle going on right in front of them). For some reason I randomly forgave him, and decided that instead of killing him I would just banish him from my life forever.