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Neesoj (no login)
Posted Jul 10, 2004 7:07 PM
big cats and indians
No score for this post July 10 2004, 6:33 PM
well first off I have always had fear of big cats, quite simply if you are in a public place and a big cat is loose, your ass is grass....unless you have a gun and know how to use it. So for me the big cats represent something you cannot trust - a very large dangerous thing that some people think that they can 'control' - until their big cat tears their nephew apart or something like that. Big cats should be left in the wild, end of story. I n my dreams I never have control of the big cat, and I am always the one who is truly aware of how untrustworthy and dangerous they are, and others inthe dreams are unconcerned.
'Indians' is just becuase growing up in UK, the only contact you have is with 'indians from india' who may well be pakistani, or any other kinda asian, but we (and I am speaking about me as an average uk raised white person) cant tell the damn difference...so we call em all indians...
(I am now married to a Phillipino, and can tell Flips from chinese from indonesian...somewhat!! becuase I have more experience of the differences in the faces) So the Indians in the dream could be indian, paki, lebanese, arab who knows, but in that particular dream, I was in a small town in UK that actually had indian/paki family that had a dress shop....
so seeing them in dream could have represented an area in india/pakistan...where they are harboring terrorists/religious fighters becuase they are somewhat sympathetic to their cause/religious mania (woo hoo, lets cut off all the womens clitori and wrap them in a mumu/burkha so that we dont have them leave us, or worse, lets set them on fire when we are tired of them, cos we dont respect them as human beings - yeah, some religion/cutlure is dangersous backwards crap,) but not realising how dangerous it really is to harbor these people- ....Like an Irish Mama turning a blind eye to her sons hatred of the english - until his 'hobby' accidentally blows up her garage and the bomb squad want to have a chat with her!! (not my boy, my boy wouldnt do that...every man on death row for murder in the US has a mother that says her son is innocent...)
Then me with teh indians putting me in a dark cupboard, (not hard for india pakistan to shakes hands witht eh british while prentending hte above harbor is not happening) then me trying to escape the house, yet finding american green berets ready to shoot me too, (shoot first ask questions later, and i cant blame them,) I think this part of my dream was about all of the undercover operatives in teh country, accidentally targeting each other maybe - but we will never hear about it, it will show up in a 'fictionalised account of the undercover opeartions in this part of the world, in a bout five years in a movie) then the water, I dont know who the religious fanatic fat white red head holding me back was, some kinda hippie/punk birkenstock chick, probably against the 'war' - anyhow, the water was going to potentially drown us all, and last time I saw the russing water it was the aftermath of 9-11, the layoffs, financial confusion, people thinking they would 'go under'.
So that is what i am thinking. Bengal Tigers? I could not see the cat, so dark I thought it was a panther? it sat on my head, to smother me, under its belly, it knew it could dominate me, hurt me at any time, the indian shop keepers were tittering, play acting like brave but running when it came near. This was a hidden terror thing.
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