Sunday, March 23, 2008

26/50

Yet another dream

Last night I had a dream about men. There were no women in the dream. Even I was a man. The setting was in a distant past. I, along with many other men, was being buried into an underground tomb, a sacrifice to some god. I was both participant and observer. I could see my own terrified eyes as the tomb was covered. I was a handsome man, muscular, tanned, bearded. Several of us decided we would dig ourselves out. We walked from the burial chamber to a vast underground room, beautifully decorated with gold. We dug and dug. We dug until we got out. But we were discovered and hunted down. Our strategy was to don the clothes or our captors and hide among them. And this worked. We lay down with our enemies to sleep at night, and they never even knew we were there.

I can't be sure, but I think the dream has something to do with a quote I added last night to my Facebook profile before I went to bed:

Indirect tactics, efficiently applied, are inexhaustible as Heaven and Earth, unending as the flow of rivers and streams; like the sun and moon, they end but to begin anew; like the four seasons, they pass away to return once more.

The Art of War by Sun Tzu
Chapter V: Energy

1 comment:

ggw07 said...

Brilliant rich dream! Is this a metaphor for what a woman needs to do to survive? Especially a female writer?

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