Musings on Big Brother

A couple of afternoons ago during a nap I had one of those dreams that most everyone has on occasion. One that is so easy to recall that you are left wondering if there is some implicit meaning to be derived outside of the random firing of synopsis during the semi-conscious state of being. One that leaves you wondering if you really should pay attention to what is being "taught" or "spoken" to you in the dream world. There is no doubt that God has often used dreams in the history of humanity to speak truth both on very large and very personal levels to His people, but I find myself wondering often if my dreams really do have any meaning or if they are merely creations of my own artistic mind. Really I think that there is a little bit of both in an explanation. Unless any of you are willing to volunteer as my dream interpreter, which is probably risky, I guess I'm left to decipher these on my own.

About once every few months I have a dream that sticks with me either because its completely out of the ordinary, like the dream in which the taliban shot me in Victoria's Secret at the mall (ask me sometime why I wont go through revolving doors anymore unless it is my only option), or because it seems to have some implicit meaning based on a deeper cognizant level of my inner-self. In one more recent dream my ex-boyfriend, (I think we might have been married in the dream) came home looking completely upset and I ran out to hug him. He looked me in the eye and apologized for not being able to protect me "from this" anymore. Shortly thereafter a snake bit me in the back and he did everything he could to fend off the beast, but I still died. I'm still trying to figure out what "from this" is and why I needed his protection. I cant remember if I had this dream before or after we went to see live rattle snakes and "Little Israel" back in some Podunk town in Oklahoma, which is a funny story if your every curious, but I think that there might be some meaning in this one aside from me just associating him with snakes.

Anyways, a couple of afternoons ago I was driving down a road in Oklahoma (a road that has appeared many times before in my dreams) and an airplane crashed in front of me. It was a Lear 23 to be exact. I jumped out of my car, as did all of the other rubberneckers and shortly thereafter, a mysterious gas started seeping through the cracks in the road. For some reason I was immune to the gas and I had some sort of omniscient perspective on how everything went down, but I watched as all of the others around me begin to forget what they had just witnessed while emergency vehicles cleaned up the wreckage. Basically, the plane wreck got cleaned up, people breathed-in the mystery gas, forgot what they witnessed, then got back into their cars and drove on the merry way. I remember feeling pissed. Angry that people could forget so easily about something so traumatic. Angry that our government would inhibit the citizen's ability to recognize and respond to a disaster. Angry that our perception of reality is so easily controlled and manipulated. And especially angry that I had to face living a life where no one cared anymore about the bad things that go on in this world. All that anger, just from a dream. It must be because I'm a chick, or because of these damned "post-holiday" diet/cleansing pills, but I do really remember the emotions I felt in this dream.

I guess now I'm just left to decipher whether or not there is any meaning in this. Though the cause of all my anger in this dream has never really happened in front of me, I can say that my response of anger mimic feelings and emotions I really have experienced when facing tragedy that is a reality in our world. Any ideas on what all of this could mean?