Thread: flying and guns

It wasn't boring at all.. I love to fly in my LDs as well.

I especially liked where you and your sister jumped into the Tiny Toons poster! This would be a cool way to get somewhere else.. put a picture/poster of the place on the floor and then jump into it!

That is a very interesting dream. I wish you many more. Your gun wielding amazes me.

Every post I read here I get more excited into having LD. Please, don't think the story was boring.

Congrats!!!

I like it.. that gave me an idea of something to try tonight.

Great job with the dream. I like the poster idea. That would have been cool if you jumped into the cartoons. The gun one was a like one of those old tv episodes like were they cant get rid of book or something.

I practically live my LDs in cartoons (anime to be specific)
so this just got me thinking. Will regular shows on tv look anime-ish and cartoons look like real life? That might be cool if it did.

You know, anyone who wants to, can you try jumping through a tv set and going into the show that's on? I'll do it myself tonight, maybe we can report back or something.

Guns are strange things in dreams. My experience with them is that often they don't work... or, well, they work fine when people are shooting them at me, but when I am the one firing, it is common for them to jam. Yet, more recently, I was able to use a rifle very effectively in a dream, though reluctantly.

One of my common dream motifs is being the Bodyguard for the Young King. We were on a quiet battlefield during a lull in the fighting. I spotted some enemy soldiers several hundred yards away, but they were minding their own business and so I was content to simply keep an eye on them. But the young king had followed my eye, and thought it was a great opportunity to strike a blow in War and too hastily began shooting at them. Without careful aim, at such distances, the shooting only provoked them to a engage in a combat that both they and I would rather have foregone. But they were surprised, and I wasn't. I shoved the King down behind a berm and steadied my rifle on a sand bag and ... BOOM, BOOM... blasted them down that quickly.

And years ago a rifle once worked for me. It was rather surprising at the time. I dreamt I was an army clerk in a headquarters building way back in the rear of the action. Suddenly we were attacked by an Enemy Air Cavalry Regiment -- elite troops. The usual figuring is that they would simply sweep over merely token resistance. But, we did have our weapons with us, and so we were not entirely helpless. But it seemed surprising that any of those Commando Experts would present themselves out in the open. One ran by my window, and with hardly time to think or aim, I just shot, and it seemed like the most lucky shot, that the soldier went down. I almost felt sorry for the guy -- to have received all of that elite training only to be gunned down by the lucky shot from some clerk. I was quickly reassured of their expertise when a handgranade popped in from the window, lobbed from just around from the side. As quick as a mongoose, though, I let go of my rifle, caught the grenade in both hands, and, spinning to get off to the side of the window, tossed it back out. But it was hardly a few inches out of the window when it exploded, killing me on the inside, but killing the "Russian" (it was an old dream) on the other side. Both of our spirits drifted upward leaving our dead bodies behind, and we both were laughing at the odd coincidence of timing that the grenade would have went off in just that exact split second when we were both exposed to the blast.

Anyway, it seemed that my weapons only seemed to work when they were enlisted in a higher service.

This topic, about guns, must have pushed a dream button.

Last evening I dreamt that first another person and then myself had this very high performance rifle. It was very versatile, as it was described in the dream -- able to shoot large bullets at ordinary velocities as well as smaller bullets at very fast and flat trajectories. In the dream I was looking about for the attachments that would allow the Rifle this range of operation, but the moment I awoke my knowledge of firearms returned to me enough to realize that it was the cartridge itself, and the various available gun-powders that allow for the wide range of applications that a single rifle can have. It is odd that my Dream Self did not have this knowledge that was so obvious to my Waking Self just a moment after awakening.

then I thought about the symbology of the dream. The Warrior with the Super Weapon or with Super Skills seems to be recurrent motif in many Epic Legends. The Bhagavad Gita of the Hindus, the Homeric Epics... the emphasis seems to be that for Man to attain any significant Divine Attention, first one must be something of a bonafide 'Hero'. What is it about being able to shoot an arrow more accurately than any other man? I suppose it is some proof of Discernment. Perhaps it is proof that the World has been mastered. One can hardly expect God to be very enthusiastic for us, if the mundane world is proving too difficult. One must first be a Hero before one can be a Saint.

But it does bother me, in the sense that these Heroic Instances are from out of Barbarian Legends. The Homeric Epics were about the Greek Barbarians attacking Trojan, that is, Asian Civilization. The Bhagavade Gita is the Literature of the Aryan Barbarians who had invaded the Indus Valley to overthrow that earlier Civilization. Being largely a Devotee of the Mother Goddess/Blessed Virgin, who had patronized these Early Foundational Civilizations, it seems paradoxical that I should be represented in my own dreams as a Barbarian Hero. But, then again, though we still have some residual Law and Order, much of the wide open chaos we are experiencing these days is from an ever bourgeoning Barbarism. Maybe it is the role of the Hero to lift his Barbarism up to the Stage of Civilization. Perhaps that is what makes the hero into a Hero.