I dream. I dream.
Three nights ago I dreamt I was hiking on a narrow path around the rim of Irvine Park in my hometown. It doesn't exist in real life. I had to have a walking stick because I had trouble moving my legs, stumbling often, maintaining balance only because of my makeshift cane.
The walkway became higher and higher but I told myself the need to keep on my journey. At some point, a dog, a very cute little dog, rushed out of a cave and nearly knocked me over the precipice. I fell backward, back on to the path and grabbed the doggy so he would be safe. Then I stood up and continued on until I could see my goal: the exit of the path.
There the dream ends.
That's an easy read. My trip has been long and filled with trials that scared me to death. And oh, I have stumbled. But I kept going.
The next night, I dreamt I had a new job as communications at a huge university. The chancellor met with me and said my job was to distill his intellectual messages into something simple, that provided the university with talking points and a marketing strategy. I nodded "yes" and he patted me on my leg.
He introduced me to his team, which included a graphic artist I worked with 15 years ago. They asked questions, I answered them. The artist walked me to the door of the building where we met and I asked, "What have you told them about me?" He said, "That you're really smart." Oh crap, I thought.
I didn't know where I was. I couldn't remember anyone's name. I didn't know the name of the university. And I couldn't find my car.
I had no idea what I was doing or where I was.
On my search for my car, a brick wall impeded me as I tried to climb over it. Someone reached out and grabbed my arm to help but I continued to slip off. "Pull harder," I asked.
Here the second dream ended.
Another easy read. I don't know what I'm doing -- yet. I'll figure it out. I just need some help.
My readings could be wrong. Freud would say I miss my mother's nipple. But that dude had an oral obsession of epics proportions.
I understand where I've been and where I'm going. The dreams serve to remind me.
Peace and sweet dreams unto all of you my brothers and sisters.
First: congrats! Great house. Will be a great home.ReplyDelete
I think our selection of houses is more an indication of where we are than dreams, which are clinically - random neurons firing as your brain relieves stress. They have scant more quantifiable meaning than entrails, tea leaves or tarot cards. They do not reveal anything of which you are not already aware, and nonsensical images are simply that. Or so I believe.
Your home is wide open, in the sun, welcome to all. Mine is in a small, secluded valley, hunkered in the shade of towering oak and hemlock trees. I do not encourage visitors. But you would always be welcome.