My New Templars Flunked The Planet
Anne (pronounced Annie) tells the story of a dream of hers involving red crosses, New Templars and The Handmaid’s Tale.
I only mention it because the uniforms were so odd. The tunics were that same olive/brown found in WWI, but they had red crosses covering the chest. The arms and body of the cross met right over the heart. It was like a bullseye. Well done, fellas. They eventually figured this out, and so made the red darker, and darker, until it looked like dried blood.
My dreams aren’t nearly as political. The dream I remember most vividly alternated between a yellow screen and a whole bunch of scribbles. I had it all the time, and it used to terrify me. And then there was the dream wherein I ripped off my arm to defend the city against giant spiders who were out to steal my sticker collection. Good times indeed. Anyone know any Jung? Or maybe own one of those “what dreams mean” books? I’d like some insight into my nightly visions of days past. Do my research for me!!