So Dreamy

It's been quite a while since I related one of my crazy dreams. This morning I woke up absolutely exhausted (quite antithetical to my sleeping hopes) because I had just been going through this maze. I think the maze was loosely based on this cool life sized maze I went to in Wanaka (here in NZ). But there was a much more desperate need to get through it. I was racing ahead of some unnamed something-or-other and kept running into people I only sort of know, the peripheral people of everyday life. This bad thing was coming and I knew it so I had to try and get these people to come along with me so we could all be saved. We eventually decided to pool our collective knowledge of various parts of the maze to best get free. I woke up before we did it, but I have every reason to believe we made it through.

Later on this morning, I was reading some Vonnegut while I waited for the washer to finish its current cycle (naturally). There was a line (if I had the book with me, I'd put it in... alas, no book) that suddenly reminded me that the scary thing I was running away from was war. There was an elaborate and lengthy portion of the dream that was dedicated to me having to fight in a war. Now, usually in my combatative dreams, I have to overcome the world's enemies all on my lonesome or with a small few (see above portion of dream), but this time it was quite realistic. I was just one of thousands of people fighting thousands of other people with nothing around us but war. It also went on for ages. I would tell any interesting bits of battle if there were any, but it was just this long monotonous period of trying to stay alive while killing as many of them as possible. Toward the end, I ended up crying in a pile in a corner somewhere saying I didn't want to fight the war anymore. I remember thinking -- how could so many of our relatives (grandpas, uncles, fathers) have fought through this? The overall theme was extreme exhaustion. It wasn't just physical, either; I was emotional, mentally, spiritually drained as well. So I started to run.

But I couldn't figure out how to get away and got stuck in a maze trying to help everyone else I met too. Weird. My dreams are typically completely entertaining fiction or obviously transparent. I don't know which this is. I am not particularly "stuck" in any area of my life, nor am I about to engage in war with anyone. I honestly wonder if reading so much Vonnegut had me playing out social and political politics in my dreams. I hope so. That seems fun.