reptilian dream encounter, oct 3, 2015

A strange encounter

I had another strange encounter. While I recognize the theme of this dream, this subject is not something that I would normally think about. The reason is, I am mostly a sceptic by nature, and wouldn’t consider this to have any specific meaning. I know this may sound contradictive, as I’m still taking part here on this blog. I will just leave this little dream story here for you, and you can interpret it as you want.

Me and someone else (the setting suggests it may be dreamwalker444) were in a snowy landscape, it was calm and quiet, and very open. It felt like somewhere far away, like the far end of Russia. We were next to a gully that formed a natural barrier along one side of the area. We had somehow been captured by lizard men in military uniforms. They looked like humans except for the head which had a “brutal” appearance. Some of the lizard men present turned out to be prisoners as well. The capturers had decided to arrange a combat tournament to have the prisoners fight. It was unclear what the purpose of this was (if any) apart from some fun for the spectators.

Suddenly a lizard man dressed in a fur coat with the fur turned inwards, showed up. He had a personal style and individuality over him that the others didn’t have. He seemed to have a bit of an “amused” facial expression, but only superficially, as if he had put it on to tease someone. It now became clear to me that all emotions felt by the group, was somehow shared collectively, as if they were all connected spiritually. Me and the other human felt this too. When the new lizard man appeared, there was the general feeling of someone who comes to “crash the party”, and the newcomer knew that this was the case. That was the reason for his timidly smug expression, he looked like a bully finding a target, and the entire group felt this. They were all in a state of hopeless, whiny despair, even if they didn’t say anything.

The newcomer with the coat walked up to a lizard man who seemed like a leader, and said loudly, “I’ll show you, half breed! Give me that!” The leader turned over his battle axe. This was the only actual weapon the entire group possessed. The leader was flinching miserable. Someone in the group said: “You know the rule of the tribals is the law here. He’s a full breed.”

The newcomer resolutely took the axe from the leader, and with one swing cut off his head, as if it was an everyday thing. Then he turned to the group. It was now a collective feeling that we had been captured by this lone lizard man. The others titled him “Mr. Count” and they all felt a deep respect and awe for him. But it was at the same time something that they didn’t want, and they were all miserable, as if a great disaster had struck them and ruined their fun. Mr. Count was very well aware of this and had the attitude of someone who is going to take full advantage of his position.

He walked up to me and the other human and then told a lizard man standing next to us: “We need to set some boundaries”. He then had them draw a line in the snow, and we had to step on the inside of the line. This line was now no easier to cross than a high fence with electric barbed wire. It was as if the connection between the lizard men made them slaves to the general emotion of the group, and despite them hating it, they were not going to fight Mr. Count, because of his pure heritage. It was impossible, and that made his words more powerful than any physical fence.

Mr. Count now shared cigarettes with me, the other human, and a lizard man who was considered having better heritage than the rest of the group. In reality he didn’t have that, but Mr. Count had decided so, so everyone had to treat him this way. The whole point of this was to exert power over the group and to put them down, because Mr. Count knew that they had to think in the same way as him. So he had intentionally picked a weaker individual to be second in command, just to make the rest of the group feel powerless. This indeed made the group feel even more miserable and whiny, and Mr. Count thought this was amusing. In an acted way, of course. He had this attitude, that he only did this because he could, in reality he didn’t care at all. He was just taking a morning walk and stumbled upon something mildly amusing that he could play with for a while, and everyone knew it.

I asked Mr. Count what was going to happen, and he replied in a friendly manner: “We are going to set you free, you will get a lot of fresh air”. It wasn’t clear if he was serious or sarcastic. His mental images sent out said something about putting the lot of the lizard men in a camp and using them as slaves. But the feeling when he said this was very friendly, and I felt as if the double meaning had been placed there just to mess with everyone.

I then woke up, and the feeling of calm friendliness remained with me. I had for the past few days felt frustrated and angry over nothing in particular, but after this dream that negative feeling was gone.