01-22-2018, 08:03 PM
A dream has been on my mind for the past two days since I had it. It's a short dream full of symbolism.
A man is laying on a tiled floor, with some sort of metal clamp around his chest. He is bald, naked and pale white. Two impish, black haired people, clad in black, one male and one female, are pulling at the clamp on this man's chest so that they are each pulling in an opposite direction. The poor man is getting injured and disfigured by this tug-of-war, his arms and ribs breaking and contorting, but the sinister pair are still joyously pulling at him. Suddenly appears the devil, with flames and horns and a face like a smiling skull, and the two people playing tug-of-war dissipate into black threads. My whole vision turns to a brown parchment, with flames still licking at the edges. On this parchment, in black calligraphic script, three sentences write themselves:
I herd endlessly. I fight endlessly. I win endlessly.
And now the man who was before disfigured and dead from the ceaseless pulling is standing upright, strong and healthy.
A man is laying on a tiled floor, with some sort of metal clamp around his chest. He is bald, naked and pale white. Two impish, black haired people, clad in black, one male and one female, are pulling at the clamp on this man's chest so that they are each pulling in an opposite direction. The poor man is getting injured and disfigured by this tug-of-war, his arms and ribs breaking and contorting, but the sinister pair are still joyously pulling at him. Suddenly appears the devil, with flames and horns and a face like a smiling skull, and the two people playing tug-of-war dissipate into black threads. My whole vision turns to a brown parchment, with flames still licking at the edges. On this parchment, in black calligraphic script, three sentences write themselves:
I herd endlessly. I fight endlessly. I win endlessly.
And now the man who was before disfigured and dead from the ceaseless pulling is standing upright, strong and healthy.