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July 17, dream

In this dream, I had seen a pyramid that was said to be asleep. However, its slumber was disturbed due to the presence of a young man. "When you're awake, this place feels more sadistic." A soldier spoke these words to the young man, which were true. The trees would move within the space of the pyramid that stood within an immense pyramid. In this place, the military was present and looking for Hypnogogic runes. These spells granted one the power of Unas, the God eater. For the one who found them, he would devour all the gods. There was a room I found myself in; runes were etched into the wall of a secret room. Each one was surrounded by blue lightning and set on a nearby wall. The pyramid had made its choice, and its power would be mine.

Simultaneously, two friends of mine were getting married in this same pyramid. I was in attendance at both weddings and was wanting to congratulate my friends, but I was torn. My lust for power threatened to cost me the joy of sharing in my friends' happiness. I didn't know how to avoid the military, embrace my power as the god eater, and attend two weddings. It seemed like I would need to make a choice, and I didn't want to.

I am tempted to associate this with my current plight in the waking world. For the sake of writing, I allow myself to neglect my physical needs and relationships with friends and family. This is not good. I see what's happening, yet I feel powerless to stop it. I have placed my hope in writing; I rely on it for a sense of purpose and well-being. And yet, the thing that gives me life might one day take it away from me. As of late, my dreams have expressed a specific theme consistently. This year's theme would appear to be family/friendship, something I am not very good at practicing.

 

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