I admit when being surprised and scared, I tend to react like a dog in a corner (or a Klingon
): I attack. It's almost a reflex both by instinct and by training.
However, when I was a late teen, for several years I had a repetitive dream pattern, always starting in a town, an industrial area, a village, with many faceless people chasing me, and me trying to escape into the open wilderness, forests for the most. There the feasr turned into excitement and the game turned by 180°, and the people turned into monsters which I hunted down and then hacked into pieces in the deep, deep forests. It was almost symbolic a dream pattern - the faceless anonoymous crowd becoming monsters, the badness of the industial towns where I was weak, and the goodness of the open nature and forests where if becasme strong. I have still plenty of wonderful images of fairy tale forests from those dreams, and I miss that I do not dream like that anymore. At least I do not remember. I don't remember any of my dreams these days.
Back then, it went for several years like this. The dreams varied, but the basic pattern remained the same. Happened 2 or 3 times a month, at least regarding what I remembered from my dreams the other day.
The sight of abandoned rusty industrial areas that are in the process of being conquered back by nature and have an isolated, melancholic mood around them, have a great fascination and attraction on me until today. And no, I absolutely do not like meeting people in forests. Any maybe it is also better for them if they do not meet me.
