Fascist Factories and Protective Eggs
I am driving thru a sunny forest. I come to my turn-off. Looking down it, I do not recognize it. A brief flash of fear! I am lost.
I feel menaced by something that cannot be seen, yet a sense of solitude and emptiness surrounds me. The enemy is everywhere, but nowhere. I see a dirty, rusted old factory at the end of the road behind me. I do not want to go there. It looks abandoned, but I know that it isn’t. “They” all work there.
Who are “they”? Redneck skinheads! I seem to intuit this, and even have a vision of them in the dream, a bunch of shaved-headed thugs running towards me in a mob of white t-shirts and grimacing faces. This does not actually happen in the dream, although I get a snapshot of it, like a mental picture…a visual thought within a dream!
I drive into a town similar to Helen, Ga. It is in a pseudo-Bavarian style, cheesy and touristy. It is hauntingly empty. The sun shines. It is a beautiful day.
“Aryan Nation” signs hang from light poles. Racist white-power placards are posted everywhere. One reads – “Jew, if you are reading this, you are already dead” or something very similar to that. Yet the town remains empty. “They” are all at the factory.
I drive down the turn-off I was originally reluctant to take. I enter some tire & auto store. It is dark and empty. Suddenly it is filled with giant painted eggs, similar in appearance to the Ukrainian eggs my mom and Heather paint, and are traditionally supposed to ward off “evil” (an art form they took up just before Charles was diagnosed with cancer) These eggs were as big as cars in a showroom. I marveled at their beauty. One was painted a sky-blue similar to the color of the sky on my Tarot deck, a color that I love, and is something that I noticed within the dream itself. I punched the egg and it bounced, as if it was a huge balloon. This made me laugh.
I knew that this was a dream. To take advantage of it, I purposefully did things that are physically impossible in waking life. I bounced off of the walls like a cartoon character, flying and defying the laws of gravity, doing a Daffy Duck Looney Tunes laugh as I did so. The store owner came to the front door and stared at me from the parking lot outside. He could not enter. He appeared to be Arabic! He stared at me in horror.
I stopped bouncing and tried to open the front door, to let myself out and let him in. I couldn’t open the door. I couldn’t get out. I was tired of the dream and wanted it to end. I worked hard at awakening myself (there’s symbolism and synchronicity for ya!) I yelled, I sang, I stretched my face with my hands and acted like an idiot, all to wake up. Nothing worked. How tenacious this dream was! Maybe it wasn’t a dream? I never lost sight of the fact that it was. I finally gave up and laughed at the folly of my efforts. It was just so damn funny to me that I could not wake up. As I laughed, I sat up in bed and looked at the clock.
- Now, the dream is one thing, interpretation is another. Dream interpretation can be very useful, probably more than we even know, yet it is not an exact science by any stretch. I think this one has something to do with the state of the country, the upcoming election, and my fear that America is being overrun with its own form of fascism. The turn-off that I do not recognize can be any number of things, from a symbol of being “lost” to a fear of taking a “wrong turn”. The Ukrainian eggs are very interesting, especially since they are traditionally supposed to be amulets against “evil”. I feel menaced throughout the dream (by skinheads / fascism) and so it is no surprise I conjure up these protective symbols, and that they are as big as cars! Another idea concerns what amulets against evil symbolize: it makes no difference that such symbols cannot actually ward off evil, yet it means everything when such things begin to appear, for it is a sign that “evil is approaching”. They are more signs and symptoms of an approaching threat than anything else. If you reverse the causality they make perfect sense. Also, my adoption of a god-like power in the dream is interesting (taking advantage of it) as well as my efforts to wake up, which totally fits the program I have been pursuing. In this sense the dream was a perfect mirror of my waking psychological state, a clever little analogue to everything I am engaged in.
It also does not escape me that the tire store may be Iraq: I am trying to “get out” and cannot let the “Arab owner” inside. I am running amok like a Looney-Tunes god inside his store, as he stares at me in horror.
- Werbinox
I feel menaced by something that cannot be seen, yet a sense of solitude and emptiness surrounds me. The enemy is everywhere, but nowhere. I see a dirty, rusted old factory at the end of the road behind me. I do not want to go there. It looks abandoned, but I know that it isn’t. “They” all work there.
Who are “they”? Redneck skinheads! I seem to intuit this, and even have a vision of them in the dream, a bunch of shaved-headed thugs running towards me in a mob of white t-shirts and grimacing faces. This does not actually happen in the dream, although I get a snapshot of it, like a mental picture…a visual thought within a dream!
I drive into a town similar to Helen, Ga. It is in a pseudo-Bavarian style, cheesy and touristy. It is hauntingly empty. The sun shines. It is a beautiful day.
“Aryan Nation” signs hang from light poles. Racist white-power placards are posted everywhere. One reads – “Jew, if you are reading this, you are already dead” or something very similar to that. Yet the town remains empty. “They” are all at the factory.
I drive down the turn-off I was originally reluctant to take. I enter some tire & auto store. It is dark and empty. Suddenly it is filled with giant painted eggs, similar in appearance to the Ukrainian eggs my mom and Heather paint, and are traditionally supposed to ward off “evil” (an art form they took up just before Charles was diagnosed with cancer) These eggs were as big as cars in a showroom. I marveled at their beauty. One was painted a sky-blue similar to the color of the sky on my Tarot deck, a color that I love, and is something that I noticed within the dream itself. I punched the egg and it bounced, as if it was a huge balloon. This made me laugh.
I knew that this was a dream. To take advantage of it, I purposefully did things that are physically impossible in waking life. I bounced off of the walls like a cartoon character, flying and defying the laws of gravity, doing a Daffy Duck Looney Tunes laugh as I did so. The store owner came to the front door and stared at me from the parking lot outside. He could not enter. He appeared to be Arabic! He stared at me in horror.
I stopped bouncing and tried to open the front door, to let myself out and let him in. I couldn’t open the door. I couldn’t get out. I was tired of the dream and wanted it to end. I worked hard at awakening myself (there’s symbolism and synchronicity for ya!) I yelled, I sang, I stretched my face with my hands and acted like an idiot, all to wake up. Nothing worked. How tenacious this dream was! Maybe it wasn’t a dream? I never lost sight of the fact that it was. I finally gave up and laughed at the folly of my efforts. It was just so damn funny to me that I could not wake up. As I laughed, I sat up in bed and looked at the clock.
- Now, the dream is one thing, interpretation is another. Dream interpretation can be very useful, probably more than we even know, yet it is not an exact science by any stretch. I think this one has something to do with the state of the country, the upcoming election, and my fear that America is being overrun with its own form of fascism. The turn-off that I do not recognize can be any number of things, from a symbol of being “lost” to a fear of taking a “wrong turn”. The Ukrainian eggs are very interesting, especially since they are traditionally supposed to be amulets against “evil”. I feel menaced throughout the dream (by skinheads / fascism) and so it is no surprise I conjure up these protective symbols, and that they are as big as cars! Another idea concerns what amulets against evil symbolize: it makes no difference that such symbols cannot actually ward off evil, yet it means everything when such things begin to appear, for it is a sign that “evil is approaching”. They are more signs and symptoms of an approaching threat than anything else. If you reverse the causality they make perfect sense. Also, my adoption of a god-like power in the dream is interesting (taking advantage of it) as well as my efforts to wake up, which totally fits the program I have been pursuing. In this sense the dream was a perfect mirror of my waking psychological state, a clever little analogue to everything I am engaged in.
It also does not escape me that the tire store may be Iraq: I am trying to “get out” and cannot let the “Arab owner” inside. I am running amok like a Looney-Tunes god inside his store, as he stares at me in horror.
- Werbinox
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