The past night I had one of the most fascinating dreams I have had in some time. It was a symbolic representation of my being a dead thing made alive again and that I could "break the rules" in the context of it only because I "was dead", as a child told me in it. To which I replied, "That is correct, I am something like that, and here I am, animating with the spirit into that which is dead." This was leagues profound as the unconscious distilled these core aspects of belief and being, made them manifest, and gave life to them in a narrative that was clear as day what it meant if not exotic.