09.01.05 - 09.02.05
i'm looking through a warehouse for something. this big bastard starts following me. i can see him through the shelves in the warehouse. i turn a corner and confront him. he's massive. ripped. angry looking. he starts swinging at me. i walk backwards through the warehouse while blocking his punches. i start grabbing things off the shelves and throwing them at him. many of the objects i pick up feel very very heavy in my hand... but they just bounce off of his chest. finally i run and try to tackle him. he's like a rock. i can't hurt him. i crawl up onto his shoulders and start pounding on his head with something. he keeps trying to grab me but fails. finally i reach both my hands around his face and cover his eyes. he's helpless. he starts wandering around with his hands out in front of him. i turn his head to point him in the direction that i want him to go.
moral of the dream. information is power. i control what he sees (or doesn't see) and i point him in the direction that i want him to go.
i win.




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