Tuesday 31 May 2022

Recall of a series of long, powerful (I wrote ‘mighty’), interconnected dreams:

I was fighting a giant – real, physically huge and terrible – in companies I knew. I had been commanded to deliver truths to these companies (aerospace and defense), truths about that which was wrongly begun, and then perpetuated by bad people.

In a jumbled complex of halls, offices, and manufacturing spaces, I needed to find and free a tiny, pixie-like flying creature to do two things: Kill the giant, and yet deliver a saving injection (to a friend). The pixie had only one needle-like stinger, but it was capable of delivering a lethal sting to a giant or a saving serum. This was an angry, fierce, extremely powerful little creature, and I had to hold it back several times, waiting for a clean shot at the giant.

There was massive destruction all around me as I ran, dodged and ultimately hid against a wall or the side of a water-trough. The giant knew where I was but couldn’t get to me. Nor could it get a clean shot to crush me, so instead it was dropping dung bombs, trying to cover me, to kill me with this foul disgusting mess, which was splattering all around me, but not on me.

The giant was so distracted by trying to kill me that it never saw the pixie swoop in and deliver a lethal shot to its neck, which instantly killed it, destroying most of the building when it fell over backwards, debris flying everywhere.