I just woke up.. .and can still remember my dream… and.. I thought it was interesting and strange enough to share.
I’m in bed with my girl friend.. We are having what you might call “low key sexy time” as.. this scene is taking place in a college dormatory and I have a roommate and my roommate hasn’t woken up yet… It has the feel to me of… well it’s nothing like the dorms I lived in in college… but it does remind me of the feeling of art school I had.. when I was in high school and taking a summer program at the school.. and it reminds me a little of when I was hanging out in a graduate program at the school… going to an art gallery that was attached to a dorm.. but mostly it just reminds me of certain feelings… that are kinda hard to describe.
Anyway… so my roommate leaves…. . and then this guy comes in.. with an Axe.. and is like threatening us… I tell him about 3-5 times to leave or put down the axe or whatever… and he doesn’t… so I get out of bed and I take the axe away from him.
You have to understand that it’s a little like you’re about to get in a fight with someone carrying an axe… right? And in the dream I feel no fear about it, have total confidence in my ability to take it away from him.. and then once I’ve taken it away from him I wield it as if I were some kinda axe Ninja.
Well I shouldn’t say that… but you know how.. a cowboy gun fighter might be really great at twirling his 6 shooters around, and getting in a gun fight has fucking nothing to do with your ability to twirl a 6 shooter around? It’s a for show kinda thing.. It’s maybe a thing to psych the other gun fighter out?
Yeah.. well that’s what my axe twirling was about.. I know how to twirl around a Samari sword in that sorta fashion… and this was enough to get the guy to leave…. and my girl friend.. somehow missed the splender of what just happened.
After this I was regaling people with the story of it.. feeling all… Like,… I don’t know.. like I expected people to be sorta like “what the fuck?” and then kinda blown away that I took the axe away? I mean in reality if you told this kinda story to someone.. it would be a WTF moment… and it would seem sorta heroically bad ass of you..
But in the dream it seemed like it was a little bit about ego.. or if not ego a feeling like maybe I wasn’t appreciated… that I was more bad ass then people realized… and I was trying to use this as a moment to sorta show it…. and yet, in the dream, for me.. it was sorta not a big deal.. but it’s the sorta thing that a witness would think was a big deal?
Like for me as a kid getting in fight…. well as a kid getting into a fight it’s a little bit like getting on stage.. and whatever happens in that fight is a little magnified.. or that was my experience of it… and sometimes what other kids would think would be scary or whatever… not so much for you… or for me.. who got in fights all the fucking time.
Like… there was this time… this kid from my karatee class.. whom I was sorta fooling around with.. spit in my face…. and then this other kid was was like “I would have crushed him” and so I go over to him again.. he does it… and I… do that kick from the Karate Kid movie…. the double kick.. into his face.. and he falls down.. and I think I must have kicked him again.. and i just walked away.. like not a big fucking deal…
And I mean what the Fuck.. he was #1 being a dick and #2 was in my karatee class.. #3 was a higher belt then me that i thought was bullshit…
Anyway some friend of his comes up to me and gives me this thing about “why don’t you pick on someone your own size” and I look at him and I’m like…. “you really think your size means shit to me?” Or that’s what I’m thinking… He apparently thought I was the bully in this insident… and thought I would somehow be intimidated by him when in reality I didn’t give a shit.
I don’t know that this illustrates my point….
Anyway… so I was telling the story in the dorm… and eventually I saw the person who had had the axe… and it looked like he was looking for his axe.. so I went back in my room to procuer it.. and to threaten him away with it….
When I got the axe at this point.. I noticed it was sorta malformed… that it was not a very good axe at all…
I suppose I woke up sometime after this.
Now….
I also have this insecurity in the dream like “was this guy with the axe really threatening me?” Like I do tell him to stop, to put it away, to whatever… and I tell in my reteling of the story, in my dream, to sorta push forward the notion that I wasn’t over reacting in taking the axe away from him.
Now look.. you’re in the bedroom, with a girl.. a guy walks in with an axe… how is that not fucking threatening? So I’m not sure why I should have been insecure at this point.
I almost wonder.. in reflection upon the dream… if it wasn’t sorta like.. I’m the master.. and the kid with the axe is sorta… not… like he’s no threat to anyone but he’s trying to seem like he could be a threat.. maybe he just wants to be taken seriously.. and I’m a dick for taking his axe away…
It’s also as if his axe was a kind of mental illness… or some kinda psychological thing.. and I knew what it was and was able to deal with it no big deal… but that…. to have left such a person without a weapon.. might have in someway been immoral.
And the other thing… that seems worth mentioning.. is that axe wielder was black. I say this might be worth mentioning because in the dream I didn’t want to mention the part about him being black, as I retold the story to folks in the dorm.. it was as if the issue of race was somehow playing into dream… or like I didn’t want to be accused of racism….
As I think of it now… though in the dream “he was black” what I remember of his face seems more kinda hispanic? But like “americanized”… culturally… not first generation or anything like that…
Anyway.. yeah.. interesting dream