Ah!

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Oh, ouch!  I was wondering why mornings were so brutal.  Dreams.  I remembered, this morning, waking while still in it.  Realized I have been dreaming this dream, much of the night, for the last week.  War, of the damnedest sort.

Imagine, a Roman ruin, the size of a middling metropolitan city.  No cars, trams, planes, helicopters, all on foot.  The contestants?  Men, little giants like me, larger giants, and the massive giants... tall as cedars.  Why war?  Because.  For me, I was trying to get my daughters out to safety, after the attack began, and a few pets.  Several of us were working together, to similar ends.

Why were we attacked?  Could ask the opposite, just as successfully... or obverse?  Why weren't we attacked before now?  The answer is simple.  Because.  No time for any contemplation.  Now as a time for action.

As a mini giant, I am to great hounds of war what a chihuahua is.  And, yet, in this... the way of war had changed.  It was not longer might makes right, for that was never true no matter who implemented it.  God never did.  But, life is a force of will, and in this place, war was based on that.  You could "kill", man or the greatest of giant, by causing a terror of pain, enough that they let go of their will to live.  It was the only way.

Which meant, even someone of my diminutive stature, could withstand the crushing blow from the hand of a giant with a palm wider than I am tall.  If... I willed it.  How many?  Didn't want to find out.  As well, I could kill a giant, did.  found one hunched over, looking to ambush a normal.  Snuck behind him, with a whip.  Bunghole... painlocked him, bunghole, three or four times, he yowled, and faded into the nomore.  Hellyeah.  *grins*

But, on an on, all night, give and take.  As I was waking, I found myself tightening for a blow.  Every muscle in my body was as tight as it could be, waiting for the hit.  Which came.  I resisted, then got up and ran like hell.  Not all fights can be fought straight head on.

So, yes.  That is part of why I am so tired, and sore, in the mornings.  Brutal.  Beautiful.  I... was in my element.  Oh, but it does hurt.  At least I know why.  And, as mentioned, I realize I have been dreaming the same, pretty much, dream... for the last five to seven days.

I woke a little earlier, went to bed a little earlier, mostly.  But, still running a bit late.  Working on it.  Will continue to work on it.  Try.  Do my best.  As with the giants, and war of my way, and such, it is a matter of will, and faith.  With hope and charity as endcaps.  Do, or do not.  It isn't about feelings, it is about results.  Well and the intent, and production process.  Any failure, in any part, is a failure in whole, no matter the end, on top of else.  Believe.  If you must kill, do not kill with hate in your heart.  Be kind to them in spirit.  Amen.  Later.

Another term, for nephilim.  Aye.

As I suspect, it shows.  It means more than it seems.  Inclusively, not by part.