Engulfed in darkness

"The Darkness will come after you and it has already destroyed almost everything that belonged to the Light", a voice said. This was literally happening before me as some kind of dark vapor or blob engulfed indistinguishable places. An overwhelming feeling of loss.. or sadness.. or something similar arrived. 

It's interesting how different the metaphorical interpretations of the words "darkness" and "light" can be. "Darkness" may refer to something sinister but also to mere obscurity. These two may be intertwined and in this case it would obscurity that leads someone into becoming sinister or even the other way round, i.e. somebody being drawn into having unclear judgement because of the evil things he/she did. This connection between failing to discern things from one another and evil and also on the other hand the connection between intelligence and goodness would be something typical of the ancient Greek philosophy. To me it should be also up-to-date for our times and beyond. Stupidity and the lack of knowledge cause a lot of harm, especially when people don't keep some modesty or see the world as black and white with little to no shades of grey. 

The Matrix interlocked

This concerned the distant future and the scale of manipulation that it entailed. Think "The Matrix" but not to the extent of populations living in a state of complete obliviousness 24 hours a day. 

People were travelling on space ships and visiting different planets... or so they were told. The truth was that they were only entering highly advanced simulations of worlds and the government (world government?) was keeping the secret that there were no planets where civilization or maybe even life existed because of wars that resulted from an extreme economic crisis that was either artificially induced, caused by a lack of imagination or both. 

I was the one that tried to tell the people that it was all an enormous scam but no one wanted to listen. Perhaps because of seeing comfort as a greater value than truth and this state of mind is something "omnipresent" not only in the world of religion but more importantly to me, in the world of political views shared by the masses. Views that are poorly grounded and most often are just a mindless repetition of the narration of the mainstream media. As I mentioned in my other blog, the mainstream media may vary in truthfulness depending on the country or the times you live in but subconsciously or consciously taking for granted that what they say is true is profoundly dangerous. You may fall asleep as not to notice how your country is going downhill. Where would this lead us? Wherever that would be, it wouldn't be anywhere good. 

The world greatly divided

A new type of a world arose, one that would not be inconceivable somewhere in the future if people regarded consumption and indulging in pleasures as the most important thing in life and also something that is not to be regulated by any kind of moral values.

There was a world divided. I was an outcast. My only fault was that I didn't belong to the group of people regarded as citizens. There were many with the same status as me. I was running away from a group of special forces that were to torture me and kill me just for fun if they caught me, because I had no rights.

Somehow I got away and went through a drain pipe. I managed to get some clothes that would make me look like a citizen. When I came out of the pipe I saw a huge assembly of stalls, an outside supermarket that had amazing food in it that was natural with added nutrients. The prices were outrageous but the rich people strolling from one end to the other could afford the items. The food was completely inaccessible for lower classes. What was saddening is that I couldn't see a glimpse of remorse in anyone's face; no one cared that they were leaving out half the population without means to live.

Some special forces armed in advanced armor and carrying formidable weapons walked around in search of anybody that would not be allowed to be here. If they found one, the punishment would be instant death. I saw one young girl covered in rags and dirt, holding her beloved cat in her arms. She did everything she could not to be noticed but I felt that it wasn't long before they found and killed her. She was so scared and innocent looking and was definitely no threat. She longed for someone without a cold heart but nobody like that was around.

There was a door that lead to an area normally not visited by neither the citizens nor the special forces. An area basically forgotten, where old dirty blocks of flats looked down on you menacingly and where some human beings were left behind as they became wild, zombie-like and unpredictable creatures.

A guard noticed me, so having no other choice I ran into the dark area. I ran and ran as fast as I could, some ragged silhouettes of animal-like humans looked at me wondering whether they should attack. For some reason they didn't and I managed to hide inside a building. A guard went in and I knew death was near. I hid behind a wall and did the best to defend myself - jumped out and tried to take his weapon. I managed! Not long after another two guards appeared and I shoot them. The third that came into sight had advanced power armor and the weapon I carried had little effect on him. I had to risk it and come near him, so that the beam would be more concentrated. Finally, he fell.

I knew this was the beginning of something I thought impossible. The forgotten ones that only perhaps visited the corrupt civilized world in nightmares now would come out from the darkest corners of Earth and I would lead the rebellion. Those who no longer knew how to feel any compassion would get no compassion themselves.

Could the world drive itself into something like this? If we won't care and if we'll be hypocritical, I think this is how it's going to end.

To chase down the survivors

There was a plane crash in a distant land. There were some survivors, who somehow had acquired small sports planes that were supposed to allow them to evacuate from the scene. Unfortunately there were some undercover special forces that chased them down in their, stronger planes and by cutting the rear sides of the evacuating planes made them fall. One of the perpetrators was really enjoying this act and laughing and singing something while murdering the survivors. A small group of these survivors managed to gather in one place and in that place the psycho murderer landed. His mood obviously changed. One of the survivors held a metal object and made his intention clear.. The murderer started pleading him not to do it. But the survivor threw the object into the propeller of the murderer's still working airplane, so that he was drawn into it and sliced into pieces. 

Although the dream scenario is quite impossible.. Omar Torrijos and Lech Kaczyński come to mind.

You need to have 9 children with a woman you don't love

This is another blog about dreams but I think it will be more than just an average one. I have many complex, symbolical and puzzling dreams and I have them on a pretty regular basis. Nothing here will be made up, even though it may be at times hard to believe. The reason I'm writing this blog is because I want to keep a track of my dreams and also share them with others. They make you think, they may profoundly inspire. I'll also write up some of the most interesting dreams I had in the past. I hope you have a fun read and some afterthoughts, because this is what this blog should provide you with.

I heard a voice that was more of an inner feeling than something audible. It said: "For your sins to be forgiven you need to have 9 children with a woman you don't love". So they appeared in a dark corridor... along with a very strange creature. This being was the size of a child but had weird limbs, an unshapely head and its little eyes were all black. It was saying something maliciously, it was a baby but it hardly resembled a human being. The limbs and its whole body were like a mass of cancerous growth. It was also much more intelligent than a typical baby but completely unrelenting in its fits of anger. 

It wasn't evil, though. I stood above it as an adult person and look at the poor thing in pity. I also realized that I was both the healthy man standing tall above it... and the baby itself. 
[Yes, the voice would sound like an order from a Mormon priest but the dream was quite unsettling]