Yesterday I awoke from another dream about the European debt crisis that is about to trigger a global run on the banks, resulting in a second Great Depression that begins next year. The theme of this dream is specifically about Germany and France, and their current frantic attempts to save the faltering European Union.
The first post of this thread will describe my dream, and the second post will interpret it.
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I find myself within the scenic setting of a beautiful mountain chalet on the Swiss Alps. I have a small room there, while the remainder of this chalet is shared by a couple and their kindergarten-age children. This robust-looking family is on vacation, and they are all happily playing in the front yard of the chalet. Although no words are spoken in my dream, I sense that this family is from Germany, so I will call them the ‘Volke family.’
Nearby is another chalet, occupied by a lone thin man who wears a black mustache and black clothes. He is out in his front yard, tinkering on a powerful 8-foot-tall silver robot. I sense that this man is from France, so I will call him ‘Mr. Frog.’
I pay Mr. Frog a visit to inquire about his immense and formidable invention. Mr. Frog proudly offers to demonstrate the awesome abilities of his automaton. He silently leads me, with his mechanical man closely following us, up a slope to the mountaintop, much of which is covered by a thick glacier.
The sides of this glacier are very steep, so that it poses an inherent risk of avalanche. Upon Mr. Frog’s command, the giant robot extends an immense cane that repeatedly taps upon the mountaintop. It does this in order to shake off any loose snow, and thereby reduce avalanche risk. But instead of its expected result, the entire glacier is dislodged and rapidly slides down the mountainside, causing widespread devastation.
To Mr. Frog’s horror, his invention has just caused the avalanche that it was intended to prevent. He realizes that gendarmes will soon arrive to investigate this unparalleled man-made disaster. We rush back to his chalet, where he dismantles his wayward robot. In order to eliminate the evidence, Mr. Frog stretches his mouth impossibly wide and consumes the pieces of his invention. Somehow he manages to swallow all of it; regurgitating only a couple of pieces of stamped plastic that are slimed with traces of his vomit.
Repulsed by all this, I leave Mr. Frog’s chalet and return to my own. It appears that Mrs. Volke and her children have fled for their lives, and are nowhere to be seen. I enter my chalet room and am surprised to find Mr. Volke there. He has fallen ill and was too sick to accompany his family, so he took to bed and is now unconscious and inert. Apparently Mr. Volke can no longer afford the better part of this chalet, so the big enfeebled man has laid himself down uncomfortably on my smaller bed in the cheaper room that I had occupied. [end of dream]
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