The Rescue, dream by ShogunRyudan13 -- Oct. 9, 2014
The dream began in a bus. The seats were covered in soft velvet and green fabrics. It appeared to be daytime. In front of me appeared a young woman, who I had dated one week ago in real life. She was very beautiful with long reddish-brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes. She wore jeans and a red wool sweater.
The scene was unpleasant however. In front of her was a group of dark-grey figures holding her sideways. The hands gripped her hard. It almost appeared as if they were groping her. Then one grey figure standing in my center view bent forward in an effort to kiss her. But she swayed backward, avoiding his kiss, instead turning toward me.
When our eyes locked, I instantly knew what I had to do. I rushed forward and began untangling her body from all of those nasty groping hands. Some of the hands I broke like twigs. Then I grabbed hold of the woman's body with both of my arms. The other hands began to pull even harder. Still, in a short move forward and then in one swift turn, I gracefully wrestled her body out of all of those hands.
Now in my arms, I quickly moved her away from the grey bodies, that were falling about in disarray. It seemed as if some were still trying to figure out, how I snatched her out of their arms. Then I found an empty spot within the bus and placed her there next to the window. I stepped out toward the center aisle, and turned back to the group of grey bodies, boldly facing them. They approached me, but I stood firm, my blood racing through my veins, preparing to fight to the death. I knew, that I was the only obstacle standing in between these grey bodies and her. That very thought awoke in me a giant flame, and I felt as if I was invincible. Indeed the grey bodies approached, but suddenly stopped just short of my arms' reach. We were at a standoff.
Then, I suddenly viewed myself from outside. There, stood a man wearing sunglasses, an olive green Israeli Defense Forces t-shirt, and black sweatpants. The arms and body were gigantic. The muscles appeared to burst the shirt apart. No wonder all those grey figures stopped! They were facing an unstoppable juggernaut!
Then I reverted back into my own body. Again, fire building up inside me. What a feeling! Suddenly I felt a tug on my left arm. All my fire vanished and was replaced with soothing water. The young woman wrapped her arms around mine and was pulling me toward her. So there I sat next to her.
Then I woke up.
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Date : Oct. 9, 2014, 2 a.m.
Published: Oct. 24, 2014, 1:37 p.m.
Modified: Oct. 31, 2014, 3:09 p.m. (PDT)
Language: English
Location: San Francisco
Associations: The bus is strange. Why a bus? And what does this bus have to do with my dating life?
It was a travel bus; not a city bus.
That does remind me of one incident when I still went to high school in Europe. I just transferred into a new school. In about one month, I realized, I had a crush on a girl, K, in that same class. Yet, I kept my feelings secret. Still, after establishing closer bonds with many of the boys in the class, I asked one classmate, R, if he knew K, and if she was currently involved in a relationship. When he answered no, I felt all I had to do was slowly get to know her better. Once we knew each other well enough, then I could ask her out on a date. However, I was very shy. I ended up not approaching her at all.
Then, we went on a one week skiing trip. While traveling on he bus, R came by my seat and asked me if he could reveal to everyone on whom I had a crush on. I pleaded no, but he went ahead and announced it anyway. It was deeply embarrassing for me. I wanted to keep my feelings private. Only the girl was supposed to know! I didn't know what to do. Although I was shy about talking to girls I liked before, this event really solidified my inhibitions.
Indeed we were all around 15 years old. Many were young and naive. I guess embarrassing others was the thing to do at the time. Yet, could this also have been an incident of bullying? Indeed, revealing ones' deepest secrets to everyone diminishes the self-worth of the individual who was embarrassed. Thus, with my confidence knocked down, how could I still approach her? The answer is I did not.
So, I remain very timid. Even today, I still have trouble opening myself up. But, I might do better, if someone needed my help; especially if there is a visual opponent threatening her. After years of experience in martial arts, I am very good at challenging other men to sparring bouts. So perhaps, in my mind, I am still trying to fight R. I want to show the bully, that he could not harm me any more.
In my dream, I rescued a young woman from evildoers. None of the grey figures had a face. So, them being the "bad guys" might be appropriate. Acts of heroism are typically encapsulated in sagas, such as "Siegfried". Here, the ancient hero rescues a women from a fire breathing dragon. Siegfried was physically strong. Hence, I guess I view myself as a type of Siegfried. But that might not be as great as it sounds. Could it be, that I seek women who are emotionally distressed? Is my search subconscious or conscious?
The one time (when I was about 14 - 15), when I actually protected someone, was when at this party, I realized a guy was groping a drunk girl. When she managed to get away, I put myself between her and the guy, staring the guy down. Intimidated, he backed off and ran away. I continued to stand there while she slept, with my back turned toward her.
It was a very empowering feeling, to do the right thing and be strong for someone else. I didn't even have any feelings for this girl, and I never saw her again. I did it for the sake of doing the right thing.
Additional info: This was the first time, when I had to protect someone. Usually, the thought of protecting someone (whether friends or family) makes me feel invincible!
This reminds me of a quote from Bruce Lee, "Real living is living for others!"
In this dream, it is interesting to note which figures we regard as heroes. Growing up as a kid, my heroes used to come from comic books. Superman and Batman, for example, were my favorites. In Superman, I was fascinated with invincibility and the freedom to fly wherever one wants to. With Batman,his secretive lifestyle and cunning thrilled me. However, that is not what I seek in a hero. I admire heroes, because they stick to their principles regardless of the circumstances.
To me, the Israeli Defense Forces are an army of superheroes. This might be ignorance on my part, but I regard this as the most morally correct, upright, and disciplined army in the World. Hence, in my dream, if I regarded myself as a hero, then certainly, I belonged one of the real superheroes. Naturally I wore an IDF t-shirt.
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Context: I just dated a beautiful girl, running next to her along one of the trails in San Francisco. I met her in a place of worship and was invited to her house by her family. The date went well, and we even wanted to run again next Sunday. But, I had to leave that Sunday to LA. I knew this was bad news for me, because a lot of other guys wanted to date her too. While running along the trail, men were running in front of us, literally with their tongues hanging out of their mouths (well they would run by and while glancing back they their mouths would just drop)! I never experienced anything like it! I myself, however, acted more reserved; avoiding any dirty looks. At least, that's what I hope I did.
But, this observation makes me ask myself another question: do I want to be with this young woman, because of who she is really, or because she is just physically attractive? Am I myself a victim of libido? Am I afraid to lose her? Or am I afraid to lose whatever connection we had? (Note, that in the first question I regard her as an object, and in the second I regard her as my equal!)
These thoughts chill me. I too could lose self control, because of basal needs (after all I am only human)! Well, in the end, I have to realize, that a relationship exists when two people desire each other.
My other issue, is that although I am aware of my actions and have the ability to reflect, in the moment I think I am protecting someone, I act on impulse. This may not be appreciated by stronger women, who want more freedom and be given the ability to handle themselves.
Well, I have room to grow.