 Originally Posted by King
First there was a battle outside a large city. The city had stone walls, as those from ancient time, and it was close to the water. And the grass was very green where it was fought. The battle was fought between two sides: the West versus the Arabs. The battle itself was not any violent at all; no one died and no blood was spilled. Eventually, the West won. I did not partipicate in it myself; I was a spectator.
(Note that by the West I refer to the US and Western Europe.)
Now I followed a man who was a veteran from it from the western side. He had a beautiful wife and kids, and they lived in the inland in a medium-sized house close to a big lake. And from the war he had brough four young Asian girls to keep as sexslaves. He was about 40 and they were 18-20. It was told they lived in misery where they came from, so they would rather be his sexslaves and live in a wealthy nation. In the dream everything was rather old-fashioned, so his wife was not allowed to complain about this, altough she seemed to dislike it.
Now the man I was spectating has moved away, and he no longer have his wife, kids or sexslaves; he is alone now. His house is located at a port, and it is built in the middle of the water and it is small.
Suddenly, one of his friends from the war appear. His friend is mortally injured and is driving (I don't know the correct term) a pirate ship. The man talks to his friend a bit, and the man seems a bit uncomfortable about what they are talking about. Now the friend crash with the pirate ship into the man's new house, and picks the man up in the pirate ship. The friend is dead now from the injuries I mentioned, and the man has to take over the pirate ship.
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The complete complex of your Self is at war.. the Materialistic West against the Spiritual East. The West wins. The Soldier represents your personic self. The impoverished and desperate sex slaves that this Solder brings home are karmic follow ons from the War... the hauntings of battle. The rapings and pillagings of War can't but leave their stains upon the soul. The honest wife -- the way things should be -- there is no overt complaining, but all that is decent, good and honest can sense the obscenity and decadence that follow back from war -- a man become a Soldier becomes a 'dog of War'. They have a term for it nowadays, calling it Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. It is a moral and spiritual shock.
Then there is the matter of the West degrading the East... first conquering it, and then driving it to such misery that it willingly sells itself into sexual slavery. This is the West as personification of the Demonic -- of a complacent and self satisfied Evil. Nice guy.
But the Soldier can't long abide in society, but ends up in isolation, out on an island. The mortally wounded dying friend and the Pirate ship he 'pilots' (one drives a car, and pilots a ship) represents Death and dying. The House is broken and wrecked. The Pirate Ship indicates a relatively low level of resonance for this Soul after his death. The residuals of his Life Experience will be on a pirate ship -- not the highest of existences, but probably not the lowest either.
Notice that after the West subdues and defeats the East, we have the institutionalization of Piracy in the West... Pirate Ships are free to sail directly into the ports. We get the feeling that the wrong side won. I think it might be most generally true that where "might makes right" then more often then not the wrong side wins.
If this should become something of a reoccurring dream, or if the Dream Motif seems to repeat, then you should attempt to bring some Peace to that battlefield.
I myself once had a Dream in which I was the personal guard for the Young King. We were at War, but the battlefield was quiet... solders on both sides were glad for the respit and nobody wished to disturb the quiet by taking any opportunity for firing upon enemies in the open... the attitude on both sides of the line was "let's just take a day off and leave each other be". But the Young King was only visiting the Front and had no sense for the battle-weariness of the soldiers who had been in the trenches from the very beginning. The Young King saw some of the enemy a few hundred meters off and rashly blasted off a few rounds from his carbine, the bullets going off wildly but wide from their targets, only alerting them that they should fire back. I lamented this unfortunate turn, but immediately dropped down to lean my long rifle upon a sandbag and quickly got off two shots of my own, dropping the enemies that I would have been glad to leave alone. And then, the next thing I did was to conduct the Young King off the Field of Battle. It had become too dangerous for his safety. I sensed that the Enemy would assign the most skilled of assassines or snipers to target my Young King, and so good sense required me to get the Young King way back from the Front. While waiting for transportation, I took a walk outside the Bunker and noticed a garden hose feeding into a mound of sand, and I knew that it was to be a new Young King growing out of the Earth.
So did pulling the Young King back out of the Battle have the effect of ending the Conflict. The New King growing out of the Earth was a symbol of Renewal.
In your Dream... being entirely in the 3rd Person. It gives you the story without allowing you to interfer. But if the Dream Motif reoccurs, eventually you will be given a role to play. See what you can do to mitigate the violence. In my own dream I was not even thinking consciously of initiating any gesture for Peace, but it seemed that my drawing back the Young King from His Battlefield was enough to do just that. It was good instincts.
It certainly is not healthy for the complete complex of the Self -- conscious, subconscious, collective consciousness -- to be at war. It is the opposite of the Integration and Synthesis we should be striving for. So in all dreams of conflict where you are not a Peace Maker, resolve to dream again, only next time get it right.
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