I had a dream again. I guess
my subconscious had a meeting and decided ‘movies’ as their theme. Because the days before, it was like the BLACK SWAN. Last night, I got the feeling of being
in a shoot with Tarzan and Jane (and no, I wasn’t the damsel in distress, I
felt like being Tarzan.. haha :D). Only, there were many people (who eventually
died in the end), many complications, a lot of booby traps and even more
snakes!
It
all started out in an immersion, the place was really far and beautiful; away
from modern civilization. The kind of place where you’ll have to cross rivers
and climb mountains. We were to stay with a tribe. I guess it took more than a
day to get there ‘coz when we stop in a hut to rest for the night, there was a
bar of signal left when I looked at my phone. I even recalled calling my mom
and dad because I left something.
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The
next thing that happened was purely unexpected. We were all now dressed in
tribal clothes. By tribal, I meant pieces of clothes here and there covering
some parts of the body but still managing to reveal most of the skin. Quite
sexy, really. Plus, I had no ‘excesses’. Haha :D not that it really mattered
though, the me in the dream wasn’t really me. Literally! It was someone else
posing as me. I mean, it was a different person but I got the distinct feeling
it was me. And oh, this was the time I exhibited the cool dude’s character. Just
like the typical hero, he got wounded on the earlier part but he made it out
alive in the end.
Or
on second thought, maybe I didn’t turn out to be a dude. It’s just that during
the second chapter of the dream, I was omniscient. I knew what the other
characters in my dream were feeling. But it was quite limited, though. My
awareness was centered on the two characters I’d like to call Tarzan and Jane.
(Or maybe I was both Tarzan and Jane?)
I’m
just speculating here, but it seemed that the tribe we were supposed to immerse
with got caught in a tribal war and the participants of the immersion were left
with no choice but to fight for our survival as well.
It
all started with a light atmosphere. Everyone was joking around while trying to
learn about the culture. At one point, Tarzan went out the other way, where the
other tribe was. Jane was about to stop him when the chief said that there were
some things we have to learn on our own. So the group let Tarzan continue. Jane
thought nothing of it since the chief and the others were amused at Tarzan so
Jane just let it pass thinking there must be a joke awaiting Tarzan.
The
next I knew, everyone was running across the forest. It seemed that the attack
had began and the tribe was fleeing for dear life. We were advised to run, not
to stop and always look ahead. The enemies had miniature arrows as bullets.
Poisonous if I may say, since it only takes one to kill you. People were
falling here and there. The rain of arrows only stopped once we passed the
forest and came into an open field. Here, the enemies were the snakes.
Now,
the snakes attack in groups. You never know where they are. They only attack
once and you get to be bitten only once. I mean, when you get bitten, you are
sure to die in an instant. Apart from that, once the snakes strike, they freeze
on their spots. They won’t move and they harden as if they are only staffs
(remember Moses and his staff that turned into a snake? Just like that only in
reverse.).
Now,
in the field, there was a certain area where people of the other tribe were
lined up in two columns. For some reason, despite the fact the field was huge,
we had to pass between them. When we were about to step in, the men sprang up
into action. They pointed their spears in our faces. There was a girl who said
that she would be willing to stay behind but a man rose up and said she
couldn’t possibly do it. So, the girl pushed the man away and into the pointed
spears. Apparently, in order to pass, a life must be sacrificed. We were able
to pass thanks to the man who unwillingly sacrificed his life.
As
soon as the last man from our tribe passed the last sentinel of the other
tribe, the snakes attacked. All the members of the other tribe was bitten. So
was half of our men. The patterns the snakes made were beautiful. (Apparently,
the camera man in my dream was brilliant. He showed me an aerial view and the
snakes in a circular pattern with their rigid bodies and people at the center
were just amazing).
Anyway,
back to the running, the miniature arrows and a whole lot of snakes. Running
through the forest again. People were dying one after the other. The dream
ended (‘coz I had to wake up) when Tarzan and Jane reaching the heart of the
forest. The setting was beautiful if not for the circumstances with lakes and
falls and different trees and flowers. Until the end, Tarzan and Jane were
running. They thought that everything unpleasant had ended when they reached
the lake. Once in the lake, the guardian of the place – a huge snake –
awakened. This snake went after them (the chasing never stops). The dream ended
with Tarzan and Jane’s retreating backs.
