Father / Junk / Fascists
Many dream fragments and sequences were remembered from this night, several of which are recorded here.
Father's Tent:
A woman companion and I came across my father's tent in the woods next to a small pond. We spoke to him and asked if that kind of life wasn't a bit harsh for an older person. He replied it was nice and dry with a good ground cloth under, and he might stay there a year or two before moving into town into a regular house.Pile of Junk:
Here I had found a vast pile of discarded equipment and supplies piled up on the university campus where I was attending. I knew it was there for disposal to some surplus dealer. I dug through it a bit and found a tiny oscilloscope, about 4 x 6 inches or so. I set it aside, deciding to keep it if no-one was looking and see if I could make it work.There were large quantities of photographic paper in green envelopes. I wondered if any of it was still good after the envelopes had been out in the sun so long. I thought of taking some, but felt I didn't really have time to mess with photography anymore. I did open one envelope, though, and found it was being used to store exposed material, color negatives in this case. It was my opinion this junk should really be put up for the students to pick over, or buy at a nominal price, before being given to a commercial operator.
The Fascists:
In this sequence I was before a file cabinet in a fairly large room. Inside the drawer I opened were a few items of Nazi memorabilia . A couple of items I have, and at least one which I had thought of buying many years ago, but never did. This last was an SA dagger, just like an SS dagger but with a brown hilt rather than black. This I took from the drawer.All around me were men in black uniforms, some of whom came up to me. I took the SA dagger and plunged it into each of them at about solar plexus height. This slowed them momentarily, but it was obviously only momentary, so I decided to leave the building and run while they were still slow.
Leaving the building through the double doors fronting on the street, I noticed a river directly in front of me paralleling the street. I turned right and ran. Later I turned left to cross the river on a bridge, and uphill into a forested area. I arrived at a house I knew, hidden in the trees and went in. The Fascists had gotten there before me.
Everyone not a Fascist was being indoctrinated by an overweight red faced ugly woman in a uniform. She was the very picture of an ugly right winger from some small town. She was seated, her back turned to me, but looking at me over her shoulder. I plunged the dagger into her back. She arose, and I caused a big electrical flash that enveloped both of us in a momentary blue flame.
The people there presumed she had done this to me, but the opposite was true. This did not do serious damage however. Then I invented a trick that did work. Holding the knife point within an inch of her, I used it as a channel to draw her life force out into myself. She was drained and collapsed, while I was stronger. I did a few more Fascists in the building this way, and explained to the others they could do the same.
I mentioned the best thing to do after zapping one was to remove the head
and throw it in the river or in the ocean, because they might otherwise still
revive - but if the body couldn't get to the head, they would be helpless.
End.
It is notable that the swastika did not appear in any form in this dream, nor did the double lightning bolt SS symbol. The only things referring to Nazis were the black and brown uniforms, and the shape of the SA dagger I had in my hand. I did not, however, connect that knife with these people, but with a previous era.
2022: This sequence is very appropriate for the situation today where Donald Trump has enabled a swarm of dangerously violent right wing "militias". Some of these do sport swastikas and SS symbols, but more of them sport Confederate flags.