9/25/00: The Good/Evil Dream
I had this dream many years ago, but I still think about sometimes. It was so vivid, and I guess I'd like to think that it has some sort of deep significance. I guess that's one of those things that you can make happen, as cheesy as THAT might sound.
The dream went something like this: I knew that Good and Evil were real, vital forces -- and not just forces, but organizations. And sort of secret organizations. You could look totally normal but be underneath it all a member of the Good, or a member of the Evil.
This was back in high school, when I still worked at the movie theatre, and in the dream I was working at the popcorn counter. A few people came up for popcorn, a big group that was together, and a lone woman carrying a notebook. I just knew, the way you know in dreams, that the group was Evil. They were talking in code. It sounded like they were just talking about normal things, like popcorn and seating and where they'd get dinner, but I knew they were going to take the woman's notebook. I also knew the woman was Good. She was all alone and kind of scared of them, scared they'd take her notebook. It was important. So when the Evil group of people asked me to come to dinner with them, I said I would, partly to distract them from her, and partly because I was afraid to say no.
The scene shifted and it was the day of the dinner. I had that feeling in my neck when I'm too afraid to look around because I'm scared. I was dressed in dark heavy clothes and sitting very still. We were sitting at a table in a nice restaraunt, eating and talking normally, except that again it was code. They were trying to figure out if I knew they were evil, and they were trying to get me to join them.
All of a sudden, I wasn't afraid of them anymore. I stood up and the dark clothes fell off and I was dressed in sort of glowing white, and the Evil people just looked at me confused, and I ran outside where there were five other people dressed in white just like me.
They were trying to lift a heavy roof back onto its foundations, and I helped them lift it. When we were done, they all greeted me, and gave me a sword and told me I was the Sixth Warrior for the Good. (The way they said it, I knew it was the kind of thing you capitalize.) We had to find the Seventh, but in the meantime we had a job to do. We sort of took off into green fields, carrying our swords and looking for Evil.
Yes, I know. Shimmering robes and stuff. I'm not a Ren-fair girl (though some of my dearest friends are), so I have no idea where this all came from. All I know is I woke up and actually cried to see I was still in Bedford.
Man -- there's a tiny superstitous part of me that wonders if six other people have had a similar dream, you know? And if someone out there knows what it means. This woman I met once who said she was psychic told me that the dream was true and it was sign I was on earth to do good. And here I thought I was supposed to eat a lot of pop tarts. Well-- I think I'd like it to be true. I'll see.