pragalagma

I had a dream in which Saddam Hussein was the leader of a
cult I was in. Everybody in the cult with me was trying to please
him but we all knew he was a crazy dangerous madman. He was really
angry with us and was yelling about how we weren't doing things
right. At one point he pulled me out of the crowd to demonstrate a point of his.
He wasn't angry with me personally and I think he was just picking
me randomly. I don't think he even knew who I was. But I was
nervous. He could easily have me executed. Saddam handed me two very
long sticks and had me use them like stilts in front of the crowd.
It was very dangerous and I could have been seriously injured, but I
went ahead and did the stunt. Then he was like, "Now go use the
sticks and vault yourself over the pit of flame! This will
illustrate the point I am making to you stupid people!" The sticks
had now shrunk to about a foot length in my hands so in retrospect
I'm not sure how one vaults over a pit of flame with them, but in
the dream, I figured it was possible though still really really
dangerous. I boldly told Saddam that I would need the flames
temporarily turned off so that I could practice a couple times over
the pit. He said "That's crazy! Now I will go try it myself to prove
to all of you it can be done." Then he ordered the flames to be
turned off, grabbed the sticks and ran towards the pit. He threw the
sticks down, made a big leap, and with a loud splash, flopped right
into the middle of the pit which was now filled with water. If the
flames had been on, he would have been in serious trouble. There was
an awkward pause from all of us as we tried to figure out what to
do. It was really funny to see our evil cult leader in such an
embarrassing position and we wanted to laugh. But, he was in power
over us and could execute us all if he wanted. I decided to do the
safest thing. I started clapping and saying "Bravo! That was
incredible!". And then the rest of the cult followed suit,
applauding Saddam as if he'd just done the stunt correctly. Saddam
nodded and accepted our praise. He clearly wanted to avoid
embarrassment and was pleased the situation had turned to something
other than him looking bad. Saddam then said, "Okay... moving
on...", and whatever he was trying to prove with me and the sticks
was forgotten, thank goodness. He was a lot less angry with us after
that too.

Labels: Dream