Got a strange one for you.
Last night, I had this dream where I was essentially me but I had an interesting conversation with my father. He told me that he was a dragon, I was one and so were all the men of our family going back as far as time itself. Then he told me that in order to come to maturity and unseal myself I was going to have to kill him as he had killed his own father (note, my Grandad's still around but I imagine he was dead in the dream).
Anyway, I refused. Of course I didn't want to kill my father. This disappointed him and he said I would never come into my own without first striking him down. Anyway, the dream eases off and resumes years later, maybe about ten years into the future. My father had grown old and infirm very quickly and I still had not killed him.
I was conflicted because I knew that if he died of natural causes I would not be able to ever come into my own. So I killed him. I got a bowl, put three eggs in it and worked some strange kind of voodoo that did him in.
The thing is, I did it at the exact moment he died naturally. This left me at a frustrating half-realized state between my potential and mundanity that made me feel I had disappointed both of us. Him because I would now never truly carry on the legacy and myself because I had compromised my morals. And what for?
If I was to read this dream myself, I'd chalk it up to a conversation about University I had with my roommate yesterday, a general frustration with the world and my generation, and how I often feel I could be doing more with my life.
Still, if anyone has anything to add, I'm interested.