I Dreamt of Mount Olympus: Power, Ecstasy, and Sibling Conflict

Last night I dreamt I was forced to go to Mount Olympus against my will. I am Cretan, and I wanted to stubbornly go to Crete. But a being (I can’t remember who or what) said I absolutely had to go to Mount Olympus to see something. So this being took me there. It was in the clouds, there was swirling dark coils of clouds all over the place. It was dark due to thunders in the sky. So the place gave off like a gloomy yet warm dark aesthetic. And there were these MASSIVE Ancient Greek architecture buildings with golden designs of Greek keys, Greek gods and goddess statues…etc. I was plunged through this realm and I felt my body light up with ecstasy and power. I remembered myself flying around and swerving through. Then I flew myself back down to Greece. In my dream, Greece was a mixture of ancient and modern Greece. I was in the mainlands instead of the island of Crete. I was filled with so much joy and ecstasy that I recalled myself prancing around in happiness. But there was this very jealous man that had a feeble scrawny body like an adolescent child. He apparently was my brother (although he didn’t remind me of my actual brother at all). He hated my happiness and tried to make me feel bad about myself. So I grabbed him from his scrawny arm and just picked him up and kept slamming him into the ground (kinda like that scene in the avengers when the hulk smashes Loki). Yanking him around like a rag doll. (By the way I’m an athletic female if that gives you a little more context here). I immediately felt bad for physically harming my weak brother. He laid there in such agony and pain. I felt bad for a moment and I went back to prancing in happiness.