20150810 Dream
This dream is very
complex and confusing. It appears to take place in a kind of
composite of the backyard of the house I grew up in and the backyard
of my aunt's house that wasn't too far away from where I lived.
When I first become
aware in the dream, I am roaming the property with some dogs. I'm not
sure how many dogs. Two I know from my youth but there are other dogs
here too. At the far left-hand of the property facing away from the house is a stream or or
creek of some kind. There is an aligator sleeping in it.
For some reason, I
am not afraid of the sleeping aligator at this poin. There are two
dogs sleeping under a tree about ten to twenty feet from the creek.
One of the dogs that I knew when I was younger follows me on the
property as I am doing whatever chore I am doing.
I come back to the
creek area later and the alligator and the dogs are still asleep but
then I notice the alligator stir. I call to the dogs to come to the
house. In my mind, I am aware that alligators can move up to 60
miles an hour on land. This one is moving slowly enough and while I
am in a heightened state of alertness in case I have to rescue any of
the dogs, I am still thinking about how ancient the alligator is,
that it is a living dinosaur. But about halfway to the house the
hole dream shifts to an episode of Last in Space as the alligator
changes into the Robot from that show.
In many ways, the
Robot is more dangerous than the alligator because the Robot is mad.
It can think, unlike the alligator that only seeks to quell its
appetites. As I get the dogs to the house, it is actually a
spaceship, much larger than the Jupiter 2 from the TV show, and there
is a security area.
I suddenly know in
the dream logic that everyone knows the Robot is mad and we have made
a security entrance that we don't believe the Robot can get past. I
get the dogs inside but I hear the ripping up of the security
apparatus. Prior to going into the main living quarters of the ship,
there is a large warehouse type area filled with all kinds of things
the savvy space traveler might need. Mostly crated up in boxes and
stacked high until needed.
I go into the main
house to warn everyone that the Robot has broken through the security
but nobody thinks the Robot can get past the main door and they don't
really care or try to help me in any way. I try to get all the dogs
into the main living area but they are scattered around the crates.
By now the Robot has
broken in and is heading down one of the aisles. I think I have a
chance to stop it if I can get behind it. I do and grab it from
behind and pull it backward so that if its weapons discharge they
will go up and not risk damaging the main living area. I think I
then pull the power pack from the Robot but as I wake up, I think
about the Robinsons traveling through space with a mad Robot. I
think maybe this is why many of the aliens they encountered where
hostile How did they introduce the Robot to the new beings they met?
“Hello, we are the Robinson family from planet earth and this is
our mad Robot who once tried to kill all of us while we were in
stasis.”
Also, after thinking
about this dream for a while, I was struck by the dichotomy of the
threats. That this dream stretched all the way back to the dawn of
time all the way to the space age. In a sense, I shouldn't be
surprised. This is the programming I grew up with. Planet of the
Apes, Lost in Space, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Star Trek: All of these
entertainments at one time or another warned both of devolving back
into the primitive and at the same time offered dire warnings of the
bright and shining future offered by science and technology. What,
exactly was I being programmed for?
I think this is even
more insidious than the common religious programming or the familial
programming I received growing up because religion and family were
treated seriously while this stuff was treated as entertainment and
nobody really monitored or tried to decode it. So baby-sitter
television kept me quiet for hours at a time and the unchecked
programming just seeped in.
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