GOOD INTENTIONS and a strange dream

Well, another post-worthy topic has gone by and I have not written about it though I promised I would. I assure you that I will give myself a good smack as punishment, and will get to it when I can summon the energy to do the research and compose at the level required.
Alas, things have been a bit crazy of late. Again. Lots of overtime at work and a general lack of energy basically sums up the last couple of weeks for me, which also means that nothing particularly interesting has happened so really you haven’t missed much.
In fact, the only thing of note I can easily relate was a dream I had a few nights ago. It was one of those extraordinarily vivid dreams that leave you convinced that what you've dreamt has some special significance, but try as I might I cannot unravel what that might be. Maybe one of you will have better luck.

So, I am on a beach - not a beach in Greece, I think, nor any beach I can remember visiting in real life. It is a long beach covered in grey angular flinty rocks, which are obscured by sardine-like rows of beach chairs and vulgar holiday-goers for as far as the eye can see. I'm not sure what I'm doing here - not sunbathing, as I am not wearing the right kind of clothes - but, as I wander among the throng, I'm approached by a persons/persons (this bit is rather hazy) who somehow relay to me that there are ‘demons’ among us. They are not demons in the usual sense of the word (nor were they referred to as such in the dream) - rather, I understand, they are something like evil spirits who have taken human form in order to suck out our - again ‘souls’ is not the right word - more like our energy, individuality, whatever it is that makes us us, leaving behind withered automatons who continue on in a bland, disconnected manner – the kind of people who DO in fact walk among us, as far as I’m concerned. You know what I’m talking about: people who seem to have no real interests whatsoever and just go through the motions of life, finding what satisfaction they can in materialist pursuits and the like; people with no aspirations, self-knowledge, culture, higher thoughts… the majority of people living in the West today I fear.
Ahem. Back to the dream. So, though no-one is able to tell that something has happened to these people once their ‘souls’ have been drained, it seems that now that the truth has been revealed to me I will be able to see these ‘demons’ for what they are, and am instructed to join in some kind of underground effort to vanquish them.
Again this is hazy, but I am given a set of magical words or ritual of some kind which, if I see a demon approaching me, I can use to transport myself to another plane of reality - a kind of interim place, a gateway between the planes so to speak, which the demons cannot access and from which I can reach yet another plane. I am then left to my own devices, without a clear understanding of what it is I'm supposed to do to fight these creatures, and continue my walk.
Sure enough, before long I see a man approaching me through the crowd and discern, as he approaches, a horrible ghostly presence - snaggle-toothed, with hollow swirling eyes - a shadow hiding within the human form. As he looms closer, emitting a disturbing lonely wail only I can hear I, terrified, say (?) the first ‘incantation’, and immediately find myself... elsewhere.
I am on the same beach, but it is empty - no people, no chairs, no sign of life. Everything is still, no wind shakes the grass on the cliffs above, and though small waves do lap at the shore, they make no sound for all sound is muffled, and the landscape is black and white - the black and white of a negative film, where all the bright spots are dark and vice-versa.


This is a non-place and, I intuitively understand, if I tarry here too long I will forget everything and will wander around like a drone until I kill myself by, say, walking brainlessly off a cliff or into the water. Suddenly chilled, I quickly invoke the second incantation and again am transported.
Once more, I am on the same beach, devoid of people. But where before there was death here there is an abundance of life. Everything is hyper-coloured - the water an intense turquoise, the grass a brilliant tender green. It is beautiful, and hypnotic.


I wander awhile, forgetting why I'm here, and eventually reach a point where the cliffs sweep into the sea, blocking view of the coastline beyond the curve. Here there is a low rocky shelf which juts into the sea and, in its centre, a rock pool filled with tepid water. And in the water are people, playing, frolicking and diving into the sea below. They are naked, and don't notice me - and I don't try to speak to them because again I intuitively understand that, though these seem like healthy normal people, their capacity for thought is that of a cat or a dog. They are there only to enjoy life; the sun on their backs, the coolness of the crystal water.
Taking my cue from them I splash into the calm, mirrored sea, diving under the surface. Trails of huge, silvery bubbles stream from my hands and feet as I move through the water. These are attractive not only to me but, apparently, to large schools of fish which swim over to investigate. I am enjoying myself thoroughly, happier than I have ever been, when yet again a chill passes over me. I have the sense that a cloud has appeared overhead, but when I look up through the clear surface the sky has retained its pink-tinted blue hue. However, the water has lost its brilliance and the gentle grazing fish have become somehow menacing. I am reminded that there are demons which I am supposed to be somehow battling, and realise that this place is just as dangerous to my sense of self as the last - that is, if I stay here too long I will forget myself entirely and - it suddenly occurs to me - end up like the infantile group of people splashing around giddily and senselessly not too far away.
I have to get out of here, I decide, and do whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing to fight the evil among us.

Of course, just as I decided this, my ******* alarm went off. AAAAargh.

So, anyone, what does it mean?