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Mind you this, watch the weather change, and continue to do this until it halts. Below is a work of fiction as much as it is a very real work of illuminatory dream analysis. I discuss elements of a recurring dream framework of which I have deciphered most recently. I am experiencing the archetypal structure of a warrior's descent towards the holy grail. I am an uninitiated warrior descending upon initiation. As of late I have been having an ongoing series of dreams which take place within the childhood home of my father. The home is always under attack, I am always alone, and I always sustain serious bodily injuries. Mid way through the dream I escape the fighting and hide in the attic. I find a room where a door sits at the bottom of a massive pile of old magazines and antiques. When I open this door, I wake up. Thisbogisthickandeasytogetlostincauseyoureastupidbeliigerantfucker,ihopeitsucksyoudown I am always in the castle of my childhood, in the midst of a violent battle again...
