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tirsdendreamsIt was wartime. I'm thinking maybe colonial days, but not sure. It sort of had a timeless feel to it. I was helping train new recruits at a camp somewhere with a lot of snow. There were a few buildings, and a very large clear area surrounded by a forest. It was daytime as we were all heading back from a training session of some sort. There were probably twenty to thirty of us, fifty at the most (hard to count in dreams). We heard that we were about to be attacked by the enemy, or that we surely would be as they were headed straight for our camp even though they were probably only travelling to some other battle. There were fifteen hundred of them. I kept thinking there were about a hundred of us, but like I said, there were really a lot less of us than that. Either way, the odds that we'd all live through the day were nonexistant.
But as the enemy army rushed the camp we met them head on. The thought went through my mind that we could just be shooting each other (so there was gun technology of some sort) but apparently the thing to do at close range was sword fight. Mayhem ensued, and it became obvious that I was the best fighter of the lot; and being female, that was quite an accomplishment, in fact I think it was totally abnormal that a woman was part of the ranks at all. I guess that's why I was an instructor, because I was that good. Anyways, I remember chopping a lot of people's heads off, as that guaranteed the enemy soldier wouldn't have a chance to continue fighting. And with the staggering odds against us, we had to take down as many of the enemy as we could without worrying about the wounded having a second chance to take any of us out.
There were some losses on my side, of course, but massive carnage for the other side. Especially after I met up with this guy who had a huge sword, longer than a claymore. He was doing a lot of damage to my side, so I took him out and picked up his sword. Heheee... lots of bad guys died after that. My sword was so strong it broke a lot of other guys' swords. The tide of the battle turned, and it started to look like we might actually win!
Then I saw someone in the crowd I knew, and he was on the enemy's side. It was the stupid guy from A Knight's Tale, and I was suddenly the main character (the knight) from the same movie. Which means, yes, I switched genders. WOOT! Anyways, the guy recognized me and I didn't really want to kill him because we were friends, so I asked him if he wanted to surrender/defect. Right then, the fatter guy from the movie (who sews the knight's ball outfit) showed up too, he was also on the enemy side. We came to a consensus that the dwindling ranks of the enemy should probably join our side before we killed them all off, assuming they'd be loyal to us instead of whomever was their overlord. The fighting was called to a halt, and we all trudged off into a building to discuss terms.
While in the building, we made promises to those willing to defect, and it seemed like they were all happy to change sides. But to be sure, I called out, "Anyone who does not wish to defect had better speak up now." Three guys stoically raised their hands. I looked at my boss, who was (or looked like) Chaucer from A Knight's Tale, and he nodded at me as I asked him if I should take them outside and take care of them. "Yes, kill them," he said to me quietly.
Back outside in the snow it was starting to get dark. The edge of the forest wasn't very far away. I killed the first enemy soldier before they had much time to think. I still had that wickedly long sword. The other two got smart and ganged up on me, and managed to break my sword (doh!!!). I picked up the closest weapon while still holding my broken sword, and it was another broken sword. I used both, as they was better than nothing. One of the guys threw random knives at me a couple of times, but I dodged both. I got knocked to the ground during the melee but fell right by two axes, the smaller one I threw at one of the guys and got him right in the chest as he was charging at me, and then finished him off with the other.
The last guy was a bit unnerved that it was just me and him left, but I still didn't have a decent weapon because both axes were stuck in the dead guy. The enemy hesitated so I ran like mad for a cluster of bodies, knowing there had to be better weapons around there somewhere. I remember thinking it was probably chicken to run like that, except that I didn't care because I was still gonna fight the guy, I just needed a better weapon. Duh! The only dangerous part of running like that was that he might be smart enough and good enough to chuck a knife in my back while I ran (the thought of guns had long since fallen out of the dream, I don't think the technology existed at this point). But he didn't. And I did find a decent, average sword finally, and as night fell I squared off with the last remaining opponent.
This guy was actually better than anybody else I'd had to deal with that day. And the weird thing is, as we were fighting it got so dark we could barely see, and yet it appeared that there was a light source shining from the hilts of our swords towards the blades, but it wasn't very bright. (Yeah, I know, it sounds like a lightsaber ripoff but really, it didn't look like that, the light was very dim). We had more trouble with weapons breaking, both of us, and I eventually found this thing that looked really foreign to me (I was thinking Russian or Mongol). It was sort of a wicked one-sided blade with an overly long hilt wrapped in material or leather (it was probably inspired by a knife I saw a guy cutting tomatoes with last night on Food Network).
I'm not sure when, but somewhere in this last fight I was finally injured. Yeah, about time someone hit me. I was still fighting though, and the dream began to end as I had the upper hand in the battle. I think I killed him but I'm not sure.
Then I woke up.
Dream Symbol Analysis. Source: SoulFuture Dream Dictionary
war: Long term inner conflict or strife which, when confronted, will bring about substantial change both within and without; A contest; An open display of aggression; Repressed memories for those who have experienced war situations.
day: Clarity of vision; Visible or known aspects or traits; Something that is light, bright, healthy, happy; Outward flowing, action-orientated, yang activity; Accepting that everybody has a turn, that the wheel goes round, every dog has his day, his day will come; Nowadays, currently, in this day and age; An unlikely event or outcome, that will be the day; Ceasing activity, calling it a day; Something that is relentless, day after day; Gradually, progressively, day by day; Something that's coming to an end, days are numbered. (This should also be "masculine" as opposed to the dream definition of night which hints at feminine. That'd make sense considering all this war and fighting stuff is more a masculine concept.)
training: A need for training, learning, or a having something to teach others; Improving or curbing something by subjecting it to discipline; A particular line or direction of thought, a train of thought.
teaching: Guiding somebody; Bringing understanding to a situation.
enemy: Internal conflict; A known enemy could serve to highlight an aspect of yourself that you need to make peace with; A need to find forgiveness for something; Self-sabotage, being your own worst enemy; Anything that harms or opposes; Feeling betrayed.
battle: A reflection of internal conflict; An area difficulty for you, a struggle or battle; Repressed anger that needs to be vented; An argumentative or domineering person, a battle-axe; An old bugbear that has come to represent a long and hard struggle, a battle royal.
sword: A duel, competition or a fight; Displaying aggression; Feeling defensive; A symbol of honour; A situation that can both help and hurt you, a double-edged sword.
friend: Dreaming of a known friend may serve to highlight a dominant characteristic within the friend; An unknown friend may represent an aspect of yourself that serves you; Seeking a supportive ally; Needing to accept something, make friends with it.
knight, knights: Feeling invincible; Feeling vulnerable; Defensiveness; Symbolic of something or someone that will rescue you from a predicament; A homonym for night.
axe: Being removed from a situation, being fired, being axed; Terminating something or judging somebody, giving the axe; A topic for discussion or argument, having an axe to grind; A symbol of power that requires control and caution; Eliminating things that no longer serve you, cutting them away; Reducing something large to manageable, bite-sized chunks; A reflection of internal conflict; An area difficulty for you, a struggle or battle; Repressed anger that needs to be vented; An argumentative or domineering person, a battle-axe.
night: Your feminine, receptive, intuitive, passive, yin side; The darker side of you, the beast within, your shadow aspect; A death within, making way for a new birth; An inability or refusal to see something clearly; A deep depression, a precursor to a major transformation or breakthrough, dark night of the soul; Fear; Night may be a homonym for knight. (And I did end up dreaming of being the knight from A Knight's Tale.)
Thoughts: Okay then, I have a lot of internal battles going on and conflicts around me or at least inside me. I knew that. I really liked being that good at fighting in the dream, I was near unstoppable. Maybe this is my mind trying to encourage me, telling me that I can fight my way through this. But the dream ended in more fighting... hmm. Maybe it's a reminder that although I have had some fun recently I should not lose sight of my goals and keep hacking away (hehee) at my baby steps. Yeah, I knew that! I tell you what tho... the killing part didn't phase me at all. It was actually rather fun.
But as the enemy army rushed the camp we met them head on. The thought went through my mind that we could just be shooting each other (so there was gun technology of some sort) but apparently the thing to do at close range was sword fight. Mayhem ensued, and it became obvious that I was the best fighter of the lot; and being female, that was quite an accomplishment, in fact I think it was totally abnormal that a woman was part of the ranks at all. I guess that's why I was an instructor, because I was that good. Anyways, I remember chopping a lot of people's heads off, as that guaranteed the enemy soldier wouldn't have a chance to continue fighting. And with the staggering odds against us, we had to take down as many of the enemy as we could without worrying about the wounded having a second chance to take any of us out.
There were some losses on my side, of course, but massive carnage for the other side. Especially after I met up with this guy who had a huge sword, longer than a claymore. He was doing a lot of damage to my side, so I took him out and picked up his sword. Heheee... lots of bad guys died after that. My sword was so strong it broke a lot of other guys' swords. The tide of the battle turned, and it started to look like we might actually win!
Then I saw someone in the crowd I knew, and he was on the enemy's side. It was the stupid guy from A Knight's Tale, and I was suddenly the main character (the knight) from the same movie. Which means, yes, I switched genders. WOOT! Anyways, the guy recognized me and I didn't really want to kill him because we were friends, so I asked him if he wanted to surrender/defect. Right then, the fatter guy from the movie (who sews the knight's ball outfit) showed up too, he was also on the enemy side. We came to a consensus that the dwindling ranks of the enemy should probably join our side before we killed them all off, assuming they'd be loyal to us instead of whomever was their overlord. The fighting was called to a halt, and we all trudged off into a building to discuss terms.
While in the building, we made promises to those willing to defect, and it seemed like they were all happy to change sides. But to be sure, I called out, "Anyone who does not wish to defect had better speak up now." Three guys stoically raised their hands. I looked at my boss, who was (or looked like) Chaucer from A Knight's Tale, and he nodded at me as I asked him if I should take them outside and take care of them. "Yes, kill them," he said to me quietly.
Back outside in the snow it was starting to get dark. The edge of the forest wasn't very far away. I killed the first enemy soldier before they had much time to think. I still had that wickedly long sword. The other two got smart and ganged up on me, and managed to break my sword (doh!!!). I picked up the closest weapon while still holding my broken sword, and it was another broken sword. I used both, as they was better than nothing. One of the guys threw random knives at me a couple of times, but I dodged both. I got knocked to the ground during the melee but fell right by two axes, the smaller one I threw at one of the guys and got him right in the chest as he was charging at me, and then finished him off with the other.
The last guy was a bit unnerved that it was just me and him left, but I still didn't have a decent weapon because both axes were stuck in the dead guy. The enemy hesitated so I ran like mad for a cluster of bodies, knowing there had to be better weapons around there somewhere. I remember thinking it was probably chicken to run like that, except that I didn't care because I was still gonna fight the guy, I just needed a better weapon. Duh! The only dangerous part of running like that was that he might be smart enough and good enough to chuck a knife in my back while I ran (the thought of guns had long since fallen out of the dream, I don't think the technology existed at this point). But he didn't. And I did find a decent, average sword finally, and as night fell I squared off with the last remaining opponent.
This guy was actually better than anybody else I'd had to deal with that day. And the weird thing is, as we were fighting it got so dark we could barely see, and yet it appeared that there was a light source shining from the hilts of our swords towards the blades, but it wasn't very bright. (Yeah, I know, it sounds like a lightsaber ripoff but really, it didn't look like that, the light was very dim). We had more trouble with weapons breaking, both of us, and I eventually found this thing that looked really foreign to me (I was thinking Russian or Mongol). It was sort of a wicked one-sided blade with an overly long hilt wrapped in material or leather (it was probably inspired by a knife I saw a guy cutting tomatoes with last night on Food Network).
I'm not sure when, but somewhere in this last fight I was finally injured. Yeah, about time someone hit me. I was still fighting though, and the dream began to end as I had the upper hand in the battle. I think I killed him but I'm not sure.
Then I woke up.
Dream Symbol Analysis. Source: SoulFuture Dream Dictionary
war: Long term inner conflict or strife which, when confronted, will bring about substantial change both within and without; A contest; An open display of aggression; Repressed memories for those who have experienced war situations.
day: Clarity of vision; Visible or known aspects or traits; Something that is light, bright, healthy, happy; Outward flowing, action-orientated, yang activity; Accepting that everybody has a turn, that the wheel goes round, every dog has his day, his day will come; Nowadays, currently, in this day and age; An unlikely event or outcome, that will be the day; Ceasing activity, calling it a day; Something that is relentless, day after day; Gradually, progressively, day by day; Something that's coming to an end, days are numbered. (This should also be "masculine" as opposed to the dream definition of night which hints at feminine. That'd make sense considering all this war and fighting stuff is more a masculine concept.)
training: A need for training, learning, or a having something to teach others; Improving or curbing something by subjecting it to discipline; A particular line or direction of thought, a train of thought.
teaching: Guiding somebody; Bringing understanding to a situation.
enemy: Internal conflict; A known enemy could serve to highlight an aspect of yourself that you need to make peace with; A need to find forgiveness for something; Self-sabotage, being your own worst enemy; Anything that harms or opposes; Feeling betrayed.
battle: A reflection of internal conflict; An area difficulty for you, a struggle or battle; Repressed anger that needs to be vented; An argumentative or domineering person, a battle-axe; An old bugbear that has come to represent a long and hard struggle, a battle royal.
sword: A duel, competition or a fight; Displaying aggression; Feeling defensive; A symbol of honour; A situation that can both help and hurt you, a double-edged sword.
friend: Dreaming of a known friend may serve to highlight a dominant characteristic within the friend; An unknown friend may represent an aspect of yourself that serves you; Seeking a supportive ally; Needing to accept something, make friends with it.
knight, knights: Feeling invincible; Feeling vulnerable; Defensiveness; Symbolic of something or someone that will rescue you from a predicament; A homonym for night.
axe: Being removed from a situation, being fired, being axed; Terminating something or judging somebody, giving the axe; A topic for discussion or argument, having an axe to grind; A symbol of power that requires control and caution; Eliminating things that no longer serve you, cutting them away; Reducing something large to manageable, bite-sized chunks; A reflection of internal conflict; An area difficulty for you, a struggle or battle; Repressed anger that needs to be vented; An argumentative or domineering person, a battle-axe.
night: Your feminine, receptive, intuitive, passive, yin side; The darker side of you, the beast within, your shadow aspect; A death within, making way for a new birth; An inability or refusal to see something clearly; A deep depression, a precursor to a major transformation or breakthrough, dark night of the soul; Fear; Night may be a homonym for knight. (And I did end up dreaming of being the knight from A Knight's Tale.)
Thoughts: Okay then, I have a lot of internal battles going on and conflicts around me or at least inside me. I knew that. I really liked being that good at fighting in the dream, I was near unstoppable. Maybe this is my mind trying to encourage me, telling me that I can fight my way through this. But the dream ended in more fighting... hmm. Maybe it's a reminder that although I have had some fun recently I should not lose sight of my goals and keep hacking away (hehee) at my baby steps. Yeah, I knew that! I tell you what tho... the killing part didn't phase me at all. It was actually rather fun.
