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Dream of: 31 December 2013 "How To Survive A Nuclear Blast"



survival of the fittest is still the rule

While I'm on a gigantic ship filled with people, a nuclear war breaks out. I can see that a nuclear bomb has been dropped in the ocean off in the distance. The size of the explosion is absolutely phenomenal. I've never seen anything like it in my life. I can see the nuclear wave slowly traveling toward us.

Everyone has been assigned a particular place on the ship and everyone is supposed to be going to his or her place. I'm not sure I want to go to my assigned place since I think I might be able to find a better place. I know that when the nuclear wave hits the ship, the impact will be so forceful, survival will depend upon a person's place in the ship. I think the center of the ship would be the safest place, but at the moment I'm just desperately trying to get to the other side of the ship - the opposite side from where the wave is going to hit. I see some elderly people who don't even seem to know what's going on. I assume that they will be quickly killed by the impact when the bomb hits.

Before I go to my place, I walk into a room which resembles a large library. On the shelves are books, each of which pertains to a certain person. I ask a woman for a book which pertains to my family. She gives me an old book which apparently contains the history of my family and I walk out of the room. When I see the amount of commotion outside and when I realize that no one is now in the library-room, I decide that I would like to have another book and I walk back inside the room.

From a window in the library-room, I can see the nuclear wave approaching and I know that its going to hit at any second. I lie down on my side on the floor and curl up in a fetal position, even though I know that lying on the floor like this isn't allowed. A man dressed as a northern Civil War soldier stops as he's walking through the room and he tells me that I'm going to have to leave. I think that he's going to arrest me - and technically he does so - but he allows me to leave the room anyway. Still carrying my book, I head toward the door. I hadn't managed to procure a second book.

Just as I'm leaving, the woman who earlier gave me the book walks back into the room. I don't know whether she saw me leave, but I overhear the soldier telling her about me and finally saying something to her about a "prisoner."

I walk on out of the room.

Dream Commentary

Of all the many metaphors I'm experiencing of the people whose dreams I read on the internet, I think the one I would like best is along the lines of a crew on a space ship, such as Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, or Firefly. Maybe I'll have such a dream some day. Meanwhile, in this dream its fairly easy for me to imagine the people I encounter on this threatened ship as part of the chaotic ship full of the dream-writers which I currently read. The doomed old people who don't know what's going on, the Civil War soldier and the woman who gives me the book. I would like to think of the Civil War soldier as representing those dream-writers who believe in reincarnation. The fact that he finds me lying on the floor in a fetal position and then regards me as a prisoner seems to bear on my uncertainty about that subject. The overriding theme of the dream, as with all my nuclear bomb dreams, is the annihilation of the soul by sin. Only the woman in charge of the books seems up to this challenge. I would like to think of the books in that library as compilations of the dreams of internet dream-writers. I'm especially interested in reading the books of those determined to survive this life.

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Dream of: 29 December 2013 "I Wanna Sue Somebody"



discover more than one meaning

I'm in a room with 15-20 people (mostly in their 40s) who are clustered together at desks. Most are women. Everyone in the room is a lawyer. We've all started working here in this one spot and I still don't know how much they know about the law. While everyone is sitting quietly and reading, I start asking a few questions to some of the women sitting close to me. I propose a certain legal scenario and I ask them what they would do in that situation. They all seem to possess the sound knowledge of how to handle a federal law suit, but I'm unsure how they would fare if I were to ask them questions about the law of discovery. To test them, I ask them how they would go about introducing at trial evidence of an internet-chat conversation. One of them says that "the rule is ...." and she gives an explanation which obviously is not the correct rule. Another of them seems to know the proper federal rule of evidence, but she's not able to explain it clearly. None of them seem to clearly understand how to introduce an internet-chat conversation into evidence in a trial. I think to myself that I need to find out the answer to that question because I'm not even sure myself.
I notice an adjoining room where perhaps a dozen little cat-sized animals are running around. I'm unsure what they are - they might be ferrets or they might be little monkeys. They are all different colors. When I walk over to the door, one of the little animals runs up to me and I'm somewhat afraid that it might attack me. It follows me into my room and runs around the room. I'm unsure what these other people will think about my bringing these animals into the room, but I like the animals and no one seems to complain much.
I walk back over to my desk and I start talking to a black-haired woman (in her 40s). We start talking about something which I earlier overheard someone say. The subject of the conversation could be interpreted two different ways. I've noticed this dual-interpretation phenomenon several times since I've been in this room. When this woman says something, I try to think of the correct term to describe what she's saying, and I say that its a "pun". She agrees with me. I talk to her longer than I talk with anyone else. I tell her that we can talk at several different times and that we could do several different things together. She asks if one of the things could be sex. I hesitate. I'm not sure. I tell her that that's a possibility. It almost seems as if she might want to have sex right now, but I'm not prepared for that. I would have to think about it first. She seems to want to know how long it would take. I'm not sure to what she is referring. I wonder if she is alluding to my taking a pill - such as Viagra - and needing perhaps a half hour before I would be ready to have sex. I think to myself, "I don't have any pills." I think if I want to have sex with her, I might need to procure some pills. I think she might even have a pill which she could give me. I might have to order some pills. I've hesitated to do that in the past, but I think I might have to.
A man (50-60 years old) who seems like a professor is now sitting at the front of the room and talking about legal cases. I'm unsure, but he might be a judge, even though this room has more the feel of a classroom than a courtroom. I listen intently to what he has to say and when he reaches the end of his speech, he gives the legal citation for a couple cases. I didn't hear the cites clearly and I ask him to repeat them. I want to write them down. Some other people groan because they don't seem interested in hearing the man repeat the cites, but I want to know what the cites are because I'm very interested in this subject of legal discovery about which he's talking. He repeats the numbers of the cases and I write them down.
After the class ends and the professor leaves, I notice a fellow in the back of the room reading a book which has one of the cites - which we were just given - written in large letters on the front of the book. Obviously the fellow is already looking up those cases - I knew they were important.
As I continue sitting at my table, I reflect that these are not law students, but actual lawyers in this room. I'm thinking that I would like to start practicing law again. I might go to Columbus and set up a law office. Abruptly I'm cognizant that I don't have an Ohio law license. I would have to return to Texas where I'm still licensed to practice law. I'm almost tempted to do that. Then again, perhaps I could simply work for another lawyer here in Ohio.
I start talking to a lawyer sitting across the table from me. He's involved in a case and the subject of my working for him comes up. I say, "I work cheap." I would simply like to start working in a law office, even if I didn't make much. I'm thinking around $17,000 a year is as low as I can go. That would be the very cheapest that I could work and still be able to survive. I'd be willing to do that simply to get in and start working on this stuff.
I blurt out, "I wanna sue somebody." I want to jump right into the fray of a lawsuit as quickly as possible. I know that I've been trained in litigation at Baylor Law School, which specialized in litigation, and I suddenly feel the pressing need to once again be involved in litigation. I'm willing to work cheap to start out. If I work hard, I know it won't take long before I would be making big money. Money, however, isn't my primary motive. I simply want to be involved in the legal arena.

Dream Commentary

Because I've started publishing my dreams on Dream Views as well as the Dream Journal web site, in my commentary I'm going to start looking for Dream Views in my dreams as well as Dream Journal. Both sites jumped out at me in this dream. In one room are the people from the Dream Journal: the lawyers. In the other room are the people from Dream Views: the animals. Yes, those people in Dream Views seem like wild animals. In fact one of the lucid tasks of the month last month was turning into an wolf. I'm not sure what the people on the Dream Journal will think about my bringing these animals into the Dream Journal commentary, but just as in my dream, I trust that no one will "complain much".
Comparing the dream-writers on the Dream Journal to lawyers is new. I'm not entirely sure what "sue" in this context means. It seems to point to a dynamic purpose for writing dreams. In other words, I don't simply want to learn about the law (dreams), but I want to use the law (dreams) in the courtroom (of published dreams).
Yes, I can definitely see the black-haired woman as someone I've met on the Dream Journal. I would go a little farther, than that, however, and maybe look at her as a conglomerate of all women whose dreams I read. She definitely raises the question of sexless intimacy in my mind. Is that even possible?

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