- Sep 30, 2007
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Did she do her Tarzan call!?Why do you think I post here, buddy?
Well, once the car plunked into the river, these tentacles came up to snag me. So I swam downward, kind of ripping into them, and I kept going deeper and deeper, and they kept getting bigger and bigger... but I knew that I hadn't yet reached the heart of the beast.
Then I realized that there was no end to it... no winning this fight at all... and so I turned around and went back towards the surface, still fighting the entire way. And then I broke the surface, and flew into the sky. That's how I finally got away.
It was like the five of wands from a tarot deck... just way more complicated. But I think the dream meant the same thing: that there's a certain futility in fighting... that sooner or later, it just turns into one big, worthless free for all and nothing good comes of it.
Took me most of twenty years to realize this about that particular dream. C. G. Jung would have been mighty pleased.