Now that I am regularly getting enough quality sleep I am more likely to dream and to remember these dreams. Last night I had a particularly coherent and story-like series of dreams. Part of it that I don't remember terribly well involved the end of the world and poorly-spelled words done in crop-circles all around the world.
The rest of it was some messed-up metaphor for learning to live with bipolar (at least if I were forced to analyze the dream in some lit-crit kind of a way).
Here is the reduction: there was an inherited superhero/royalty position. This boy thought it belonged to him upon the recent death of his father but it turned out that a girl he grew up with was from a supposedly missing branch of the family.
They had to decide whether to coexist or fight it out. The boy believed that he was the only true inheritor; the girl wanted to work together (I apologize for my terribly sexist subconscious)
Part of the reason she resisted fighting is that she knew that she would win and she remembered their friendship and didn't want to hurt him. Still, she wasn't willing to let herself be destroyed so she was left without much of a choice.
During the fight the boy actually separated into two different people: the nice boy she grew up with and the arrogant inheritor of the superpowers. She hoped that she could vanquish just one, but they were inextricably tied together.
In the end she was forced to destroy both. Which kinda sucked.
Quaker, teacher, parent,