clarification

So... my last post probably didn't make any sense to you. Me either.

I had this dream. There was a bad monster who had taken over the body of a good guy. I was with a group of people and we had to kill him to, I don't know, save humanity or something like that. Somehow, I can't remember how, we did something to defeat him. As he was dying, his body began to change between what the monster looked like and what the good guy (human) looked like. He was also slowly becoming monochromatic, and his limbs were contracting until he became a small black and white ball. The last thing to be absorbed into the ball was his head, so that he could still talk to us. As he was dying, he wanted us to find a guy from Boston, and he gave us a name or initials or something. When he died, we realized he had a human son, and also that he wasn't permanently dead.

So we had to find the guy from Boston to find out how to make the monster permanently dead. We did CIA-style research and found a woman who was a school teacher and during the summer takes part in a Salem Witch Dance on the beach somewhere. The guy from Boston was a friend of hers and played a "tire-guitar" in a New Age band, that had once played music for this witch festival thing. They both knew the guy who had become the monster because it was at the festival that the change had taken place, and I think that they may have been responsible for it.

The woman tried to make the monster permanently dead by conjuring up her image and an image of the man. She was trying to use her conjured image to manipulate the past so that the man had never existed. There was an old dead tree, the sky was dark, and her image was lit with purple and blue lights and there was fog and wind... typical horror flick. I had to stop her because changing the past would mess up the present and the future. If the man never existed, then he never would have been able to have the son, and he was a perfectly innocent little boy who deserved to live, and was there with us, begging them not to do it. So I had to stop her. I, and the people I was with, had some sort of other power, and I had to put myself between her and the conjured images, and put my left hand on her eyes and my right hand on her neck.

Then somehow, she and the guy from Boston realized that it was not good to change the past, and so they were looking for ways to keep this monster dead. They turned to me because they had been trying for years to kill this thing and hadn't succeeded where I had (with my group). They brought me everything they could think of that might help, mostly charms and things the man had once touched because there was some sort of power in them. Or something. It made sense to the woman and the man, but to me, they were just objects. I picked up a grey mallet of some sort and suddenly all of the items began to vibrate. The woman screamed that the monster was coming back to life. I think that's where I woke up.

So, that's the dream I was talking about before. I think its about a lot of different things. But if you take it just as a story, pretend its not a dream, pretend its a bit of folklore or something, there's a moral involved. Don't try to change the past, don't regret the past. Its over, there's nothing you can do about it, you just have to focus on what's in front of you and what the future holds. And in my earlier mumbojumbo about the road of life, I was starting to look at what might be ahead of me and I was starting to get afraid of it, but now I know that its the only thing I really have any business looking at. I read something from a book once that "only a fool walks into the future backwards." And it makes sense. You can walk into obstacles if you are not watching where you are going.

Which makes me wonder... did I walk into an obstacle and not realize it? Or am I supposed to be here, where I am right now?