Constant Confrontation

The dream started in this hut/yurt on a beach. Inside the hut was Jesus (I remember looking at his face and thinking “Wow! They got a guy to play Jesus that really looks like him”) and his wife. They were on this wood platform in the middle of the hut and were just talking, smiling and laughing. Directly in the middle of the platform and hut was a wood pole. I knew that Jesus knew that it was his last night with his wife and there was some sort of tradition that they were supposed to complete, or it was just that it was customary to give the person who was going to die one last night with his loved ones. I watched and enjoyed the peace and love that these two shared in their conversation and interaction.

The quiet night was soon shattered by the shouts of a mob along the beach. Jesus was saddened, but not surprised. The mob came and broke down the walls. They allowed the woman to go, but then tied Jesus up to the pole and lit the platform on fire.
I could see other huts along the beach. They, too, were burning with others at their center. Most of the people who were burning were not entirely human, and was certain that few, if any, of them were guilty of a crime worthy of death.

My dream then spanned, like a movie camera, up and over into a mine outside of the city. At this point I became a character like Sherlock Holmes (Yes, I saw the movie) and had Watson as my partner in action. I do not remember all the details that happened in the mine, but I remember trying to make it to the surface. There was a machine blocking the escape and posing a threat, so I got beneath it and, just like in the movie, analyzed how best to take it down. It was pretty cool to think that clearly.

Upon escape into the woods, I became a character that I knew to be myself. I was with a group in the woods and we had guns. It seemed to be an End-of-the-World kind of setting where we were all fighting to survive. There was another group against whom we were protecting ourselves. There were frequent scrimmages in a forest made of tall pines. Machines were limited and very valuable, but we still had guns.

I was leading a scouting party to try and get some sort of advantage over the other group. We had to dodge from tree to tree as we got closer to their settlement. At times I could see my dog to my side and my team slightly behind me. There was a dirt road up ahead and I called a halt.

All of the sudden, a person began running out of their settlement, followed by shouts and gunfire. When the person fell not too far from us, I quickly went to help. As we pulled the person back into the trees, Marty, from Back to the Future, appeared on the road in a Firebird Convertible (Yes, there are apparently a few movie influences in my dreams). Even though I knew who he was and what his car could do, I just wanted the car because it ran. I offered him $500. He ended up giving it to me for $50 because he saw our situation.

My dream then shifted back to the city and had the focus on a peddler’s cart of toys. Some of the toys were alive and tried to escape the controls of the peddler. The last visual I got from the dream was seeing the treads of a tank that was so big that my vision in the dream could see the tops of the buildings, but nothing above the treads of the tank as it headed down toward the beach where Jesus had been burned.