Is this the existential angst of old age, or the consequence of cheest for supper?
I was having two parallel dreams; do I have a dual-processor brain?
In the one I was trying to write a talk for a conference, covering technology or business trends, new ways, ew technology, leaders. And all I could come up with is that there are no real leaders of stature, and that with technology we are just learning to cope with very mobile i nformation that impinges on us 24 hours a day, dentying us respite from the world’s demands, making us less human, less tolerant of delay. And for those of us over 45, adding the need to wear our glasses all the time.
The other was about a person (gender unclear), who had had predictions made for them and was now living through them. The big battle, in a sort of old amphitheatre come hilltop, was with a cougar, The cougar was partly friend, but mostly enemy. Yet when a dragon came and fought the cougar the person also attacked the cougar. When the cougar was dead, the dragon left and the person sorrowfully carried away the body of the cougar. The next scene had the person walking toward a chair, on which sat a live doll. The prediction about this was for the person to die. At that stage the friend who was watching with me and I both cried out that this must stop, but that we had to keep watching. We had out arms about each other and our fingertips touching. We were crying.
Then I woke, seeming to struggle free of these dreams. Lying in bed waking fully, I started thinking; are we really trying to change the world order of big business and government opressing humanity, control us all in the name of money and poower?
Have I gone crazy and only now noticed?