Now, just a note. I used to keep a dream diary. I don't anymore--I'm busy enough writing stuff and sometimes I get up in the middle of the night anyway to scratch down notes about what's waking me up--but when I look back at my old dream diary, I kind of miss doing it. During my journaling, I even went as far as to do research about what the dream symbolism meant. I read Jung and that's why I know that my animus is active, but that's a whole other story. In fact, it'll probably be a book one day.
At any rate, this dream I had the other night is worthy of a diary entry. I had watched HEROES a little earlier, and I guess it set me off for some reason. You know how that show has absolutely killer cliffhangers? Well, the one this week was far less thrilling than usual (whereas the one the week before was incredibly cool, with a character named Hiro visiting from the future where he has become this ultra bad- ass samurai dude). As I floated off to sleep, I kept thinking, "Did I miss something in this week's ending that should be *making* it a bitchin' cliffhanger? What did I miss then?"
I guess my brain got to work on decoding whatever it was that I "missed." I remember waking up, startled, to see an image on my far wall: it looked like a wicked samurai sword. I kid you not. And I remember thinking in sleep-addled fuzz: "What does this mean? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN???" I kept waking up to that image.
Ultimately, I have no idea what it means, and don't you dare think it's Freudian. Just because it's a sword....