Seems guys dream about war and fighting alot, but I mostly dream about land that has already been conquered and has gone through the stabilization process. They're dream dwellings, imaginary communities so it gets weird. In trade school, pre-redpill, I had this alarming dream: I dreamed I lived on the top of a grassy hill in a large white house in the country. It had a white picket fence around the front and backyard so dogs and kids can't get too far without supervision. Some of my family was with me. Right outside the house and yard, there was a steep downward slope, a forest to the right, and a tacky chainlink fence with barbed wire going down and up the length of the hill as far as i could see to the left. Everything was bright, beautiful, and covered in trees or grass on my side of the chainlink fence. On the other side of the chainlink fence was the same hill, same slope, but it was madness. The grass and trees had been destroyed by tanks, soldiers, airstrikes and such. Right now, there were about three tanks rolling down the hill to engage with the enemy far down near the bottom, and some bomber jets were deafening as they flew past them. They dropped a bunch of bombs on the enemy army that were trying to get up the hill. Soldiers would go up in a blast of light if they stepped on a mine, damaging nearby allies. It was pure carnage and misery on the other side. You could see and hear everything. But.... not a single thing was damaged on my side of the fence. The grass was perfect right up to the fenceline. No one misfired in our direction, no shrapnel made it over here, no evidence there was ever a war going on right next door. When you came out of the front door of the house, the trees were to the right and carnage to the left. But my perspective in the dream was "overhead floating" staring strait at the house. Though I could look around, I was in a fixed spot visually. It made it seem like the trees were on the left and the carnage on the right.