The dream today is another one with a World War II theme. It is interesting how often I have such dreams. I see a giant screen TV mounted on a wall. I am watching two modern day military pilots, dressed in flight suits, standing close to the screen. They are watching a documentary on WWII in colour with much interest and analysing every aspect of what they are seeing. On the screen I see a busy airfield. There are many B-17 bombers being prepped for an attack on Germany. A lot of activity is taking place. I see crews heading for their planes on jeeps. There are soldiers patrolling about with guard dogs. Ground crews are hustling about. This is a busy time and the two pilots are watching the screen and are meticulously observing, and commenting on every detail. One pilot pauses the video at key moments and points out all sorts of things to the other pilot. They both are very interested in how things have evolved in aviation warfare history and they quietly discuss it with each other. This is the point at which I wake up.
Today, is the fourth of July, America's Independence Day. It seems appropriate to have a dream like this at this time. Today is a day Americans should reflect on this journey we have gone on as a nation. WWII was a landmark period in our history.
The image of the modern era fighter pilots watching the documentary fascinates me. The theme of looking back is further highlighted with this aspect of the dream. I can image that modern pilots would have such a discussion and would have some interesting comments, and unique insights to offer on their war fighting legacy.
The aircraft are the primary symbol for us to consider. The planes and the airfield are a metaphor for goals and ambitions that I have been having. This new career I started last week is heavy on my mind. I certainly feel I have high attitude desires with this new line of work. It feels very much like I am preparing for combat. There is a sense of much busyness and a need to step back, and analyse where I am going, what I am doing, and what is my motivation. The element of the modern pilots looking on and commenting reflects this concern.
The airfield is a buzz of activity and a sense of drama over the coming attack is building. I am wondering if I will be taking a trip in the near future. The wife wants to travel this summer to Spain and Algeria to see friends and family, and take care of urgent family financial matters.
I am feeling torn about letting her go. The region is boiling with terrorist activity and this summer is an important time for me to focus on my new career, and work at enhancing my good reputation, and restoring my financial health.
The unconscious is definitely poking at me to think deeply on these matters. I need the universe to offer me some grace and help me to succeed. I seriously need a millionaire bailout and an opportunity for kick ass success. I want out of this poverty pit and want to become the best I can be.
Some important people once said the industry of my chosen profession was going to eat me alive and spit me out. Hardly encouraging words to tell a man struggling to make his way in life. I am not the greatest at what I do, but I know I have talents. This year needs to be the year I redeem myself and reject the naysayers.
As long as I am alive and kicking I will endeavour to prove everything they proclaimed about me will not come to pass. The B-17s and I will be flying high and will be making it to our desired objective. So help me God! Yes!
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