I woke up this morning from a vivid stress dream. I was in a burning, nearly destroyed city, trying to fight off German Panzers from the rubble of a collapsed building. They were supported by TIE Fighters in the sky, TIE Punishers to be exact, and I woke just as the Fascist forces overwhelmed me. I remember feeling crushing fear as the arrows I shot, a bow was my only weapon, bounced harmlessly off the tank’s armor, and the sound of concrete rending under its treads.
I usually don’t remember my dreams, and I am always happy for that when I do. Often times I struggle to work through the emotions and symbolism my dreams present, and it can be days before I really understand what my mind was working through. This was not one of those times.