Hi,
I enjoyed reading through this site. It’s in-depth, straightforward and simple.
I have one question, though.
A few months ago, I dreamt that I killed Saddam Hussein.
A few months later, in December, in real life, he was captured.
My dream began by him, all of a sudden, of all the places in the world, decided to hide in MY house, and took my family hostage. He was threatening the lives of my family. In that dream, my family suddenly increased in number, as in my house became bigger, and all of my relatives were living there.
So there he was, taking my home hostage, he had his minions with him, but I remembered a feeling, or a sense that they were connected to him, so if he’s dead, they’d be defeated as well.
He was terrorising everyone in my house, the women, the children, scaring my mother, and my little sister, so I decided to take action, since I love my little sister very much.
I disguised myself as one of his minions (don’t know how I did it, it’s a dream, right?), went up to him stealthily, and pierced a tiny needle down the back of his neck. Then he slumped to the ground, dead.
In my dream, after killing him, I felt a little pity for him, but not that I like him at all, no, I hate that monster. I guess it was just seeing that lifeless body of a human being slump to the ground, by your hand, that was the source of “pity”.
But in my dream, after I killed him, I was hailed as a hero by the whole world. I felt pride swelling in me to the point where I became afraid that my pride would later consume me.
Also, my dream was lucid and very realistic in that I could literally feel my fingers piercing the needle into his neck (sorry…).
What does all this mean?
