Crazy nocturnal vignette culled from the ceiling tiles of last night's dream: I was futilely surrounded by this Babylonian-eque army, all of them wielding arrows, all of them clad in gilded Spartacus-like headgear. I was trying to rescue this wispy-clad 'maiden' (i.e., my feminine side?) and this old man...we were surrounded at this impasse thwarting us from making progression and going forward. Infantrymen brandished arrows on all side but directly in front of us was this general who demanded that we pay a fee of gold (imagine that an artist needing money)... the general had a wild Bear on a leash and the bear began swipe its claws and snap its mouth in our direction, purportedly this Thermopylae was to be our demise. I looked at the girl and she told me, very vividly, "Remember the myth. What you need is inside." I brandished my own sword, and, in a single linear whiff, severed the ursine creature's head at the neck. I then sliced it again near (linear fashion) above the bears eyes. I reached in and grabbed the cerebral chandelier constituting the creature's brain and hurled it as hard I phucking could at the soldiers, bowling them over...when arrows began to fire upon us like a spring tempest I employed the top o the bear's head and his nape as a shield and the three of us were duly protected and were able to move on.....
