Dream Journal

Berserker Rage★
July 31, 1996

Bad dreams continue. Last night I dreamed I was in a violent frenzy killing off the undead coming after these two princesses at Blaine House. I was big and unstoppable and unafraid and cutting here and there. Amidst the frenzy, I cut off the legs of the two princesses. Then it became real. They tried to talk with me about it. I was sorry and wished it hadn’t happened. Then they tried to get between Rebecca and I. . . . Horrible. And after dreams like that I always start the day off on the wrong foot. Ugh.

Bad Dreams: Here I’m overcome with berserker rage and lose control. The one nice aspect of giving into rage is feeling strong, unafraid, and having a single unified purpose, which is foreign to my usual divided, self-analyzing state.

Bad dreams can happen when we shift to the waking focus, believe we’re in the waking world, and expect we have to suffer the consequences of actions we would never do in waking life.

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