Years ago I had a dream that actually made me accept my own death and gave me a little insight into myself. Sorry about the spelling, I'm a machinist not a grammer teacher. Account of the dream: I remember coming into awareness as if coming off of a strong sedative, not unconcious but not aware of how I had got there. I realized immediately that I was on a floating passenger ferry and that it was time to go onto the deck. What I also knew was that this was a Feeder Ferry, in that, a more advanced race of beings had come to Earth and demanded humans as food and in exchange we could continue to live our lives in a somewhat ordinary fashion. There was a lottery system that was held behind closed doors to try and keep the panic down, and the idea was that if your name was drawn (adults only) they (the lottery committee) would wait until you were asleep, drug you, and you just would never again regain awareness. Once drugged and in a zombie like state you were placed aboard the floating ferries and shuffled out onto the open observation decks where at their will the beings would take who they wanted however they wanted. So as I came to everyone else had already shuffled out onto the deck, and this is where the fear set in, never up until or since then, in dream and certainly not real life have I been so scared. As the panic rose in me a small girl appeared from below deck looking for her mother, for an instant the thought crossed my mind of sending her out in my place, but fighting back the urge I told her to go back downstairs and wait there. I knew I had to go onto the deck and face whatever came, so out I went. It was sunny with patches of clouds and I couldn't see anything in the sky but us. Adrenaline flowing so heavy that I could only hear my own heart and muffled moans from those that seemed to get snatched off the deck by an invisible foe. Sweating, and to the point of hyperventilating I made my way to one of the side rails and put my back against it. Standing there I watched as some people would get carried away by humanoid creatures with something like jet packs on their backs, others were hanked off the deck by a soccer ball size clamping jaw attatched to a chain that, from what I could see, came out of thin air. These jaws didn't always get the whole person, sometimes it would appear in a flash, snap shut, and dissapear once again leaving one of us with out an arm or, if you were lucky, maybe a head. A bloody sport it was. While watching the carnage I watched as one of the humanoids landed and one woman, walked up to it and offered herself, as if saying 'please give me a quick and painless death'. A second later there was a gun shot sound in my left ear as one of the clamps missed my head by inches. Again the panic turned into shear terror....and then it happend, a calm warmness came over me, I knew I was going to die and had come to terms with it....then I woke up.
If I were going to help you analyze this dream, I would ask you what is it in your life that seems alien to you which you are fearful of; and what you are doing to feed that fear.
I wish I could tell you but the reality is that I can't even remember how long ago I dreamt this, it's been somewhere between 5 and 15 years ago.
That sounds like an x-files type conspiracy. Hard to say what that means. If your a fan of stories like that in sic-fi it could be that this is your minds way of confronting death. Otherwise. Well I can't say.
What I find interesting is that in everyday life if someone asked me if I would sacrifice a child to save my own there would be NO hesitation on saying no, but in the dream, when I felt my mortality was in true danger, the thought did cross my mind. And yes, i do like sci-fi movies, but usually those aren't filled with such moral dilemas. Oh and I wasn't really expecting anyone to be able to analyze this, was just sharing.
the movies aren't, but REAL science fiction IS precisely about moral dilemma's quite often. ones created by the interaction of society and technology. and what attracts me to it, or did, and still mostly does, is that it faces them more honestly then mainstream brainwashing, which visual productions more often pander to, ever can or will.
I wouldn't call new hollywood movies 'brainwashing' more like junk food for the brain, lots of flash and noise but no real content.
the brainwashing has always been in the subtext of cultural assumptions. seldom if ever in anything completely obvious. for example, the unvoiced implication that different is bad, which you get a lot from a mainstream trying to pretend to be speculative, but without letting go of what it wants to be prevailing assumptions in order to actually be.
