I am working on an oil rig type thing. (Large floating building in the middle of water) We're working on a very important technology or some sort of solution in vials. We're competing with other companies and we are winning.
The oil rig type thing sinks down, shark-infested waters. Sabotage?
Our work is in a treasure chest that sinks down.
Me and another guy are trying to save it, but water starts filling up the area.
I realize I have to choose between the treasure chest or my own life.
I give up on trying to save the treasure chest and the other guy is still trying. I leave him and the chest to come up for air.
Does this dream align with a particular time of inner work or development? Or, perhaps, an invitation to pay attention to something related?
I am struck by the other guy who is still below the surface, searching for the treasure. The ocean is a typical symbol of the unconscious so it makes me wonder if a part of the psyche is committed to the task of pulling up something needed for development of the personality, even if you've yet to do some from a more conscious perspective. Perhaps that is because there is a lack of resources (need to go up for air).
The dream might insinuate the need to gather resources and then dive back down once more...
I'm on a raft in the water with small waves. I know I'm next and I'm going to die, but I'm not ready for it yet. A man sits on my raft and sits closer and closer to me until he pushes me off my raft and I fall into the water. On the raft behind me, a man sits on his own and I try to hold on a little, but I know I can't hold on to his. I let go of his raft, I let the water swallow me.
I'm at the very beginning of a new relationship that has a different dynamic than my previous relationships. I'm learning to be vulnerable and not to be distantly attached, but to let myself fully immerse myself emotionally in this new relationship.
What a striking dream! It feels very alchemical in nature due to the immersion and death by water. Have you watched the Alchemical Inner Work class on the 4 elemental operations? This dream is very much aligned with solutio - dissolution via water which often heralds the breaking down of old structures so something new can be born. Here's the link: https://www.theartemisian.com/p/class-alchemy-4-elements
What catches my attention is the dream ego's initial resistance (clinging onto the raft) and then the letting go. That feels like a reflection of progress in shifting the behavioral pattern in your relationship. In that sense, the dream shows there is potential to keep developing these new dynamics (which will require aligned actions).
If water is also seen as a reflection of emotionality and relationships, there is a further layer of letting yourself be taken into that realm.
I am with a group of people I know are there and am talking to, but cannot see their faces. We approach a large, stone cathedral-like building and open the heavy doors.
Inside, people are sitting at long wooden tables making various things, but I can't see what they are. They welcome us and we turn right toward a very tall door with a wooden sign next to it. "Library."
We go inside, but instead of just books on the shelves, there are images too. I get the sense that they are lives. I pick one up and see a vision of a web filled with points of light.
A female voice says, "You are always apart of the Great Web of Life. You can never be separated from it because you are it. You are a unique expression of this web, connected to everyone and everything else, who are also unique expressions of this web."
I'm looking at this web, filled with wonder...and then my alarm went off and woke me up. The images in my mind are still so vivid though. It felt significant, and so very real.
This seems like an archetypal dream, that is, one where you're tapping into something intrinsically universal, fundamental to the psyche (in contrast to a dream with more personal elements).
These types of dreams often carry an intensity, a deep emotional charge, a vividness that feels mythic or divine in nature. The question I ponder is why this dream now? Is there something about the underlying message of connectedness, being a part of the web of life that is needed right now? Or, at the very least, an expansive perspective that makes you feel seen or held within something greater?
Excellent questions. I'm not sure why this dream now. The only thing really that has changed is I'm doing a course to essentially figure out my life's purpose. 🤔
Thank you for taking the time to read and interpret it!
I am switching planes on the tarmac. I get in the other plane and just as it's leaving I find out that I was supposed to transfer my own luggage. I'm upset and worried but realize that I can't do anything about it. So I'll just have to wait and see what happens. The people I'm with or who are around me don't seem that supportive. When I get there the luggage does eventually show up.
I have reoccurring dreams fairly often about airports and planes. This dream was the first of 2 dreams that night the second had themes of supporting someone who is sick (which I am), and eventually dies, exhaustion (also true), not being seen or heard (I relate this to my inner life), and the frustration of trying to save someone's life in a war zone who others don't seem to care about (?). It was quite long.
Do you have any particular associations with planes and airports? As modes of transportation, they symbolically speak to volition, movement of energy in life, direction. But unlike driving in a car, a plane brings in the element of air (ascent and descent, perspective) as well as movement through a vehicle which we are not in control of. Do any of those themes resonate, perhaps a sense of where life is moving that you are participating in but don't have full control of? Or, the need to get high above something, zoom out, see things from above?
Perhaps it relates to some of the elements from the second dream (sickness, exhaustion, not being seen).
The scene takes place on the street at an intersection in the place where I live. We are like camped there, I don't know for what reason. I stand on one side of the sidewalk and in front of me lies on the ground a philosopher, whom I know only virutally on fb, I have read his books, he is philosopher of aesthetics, refined often makes mystical references. A little later a beautiful woman comes in, completely naked and she is lying long in front of him, her feet are in front of his head. At one point I see the philosopher with his head sunk into the blonde woman's butt ... ah, a little astonished and surprised that he also does these things, I think of his wife, then the scene changes and I see their bodies mating but in between them there is like a body of rag, of straw, something inanimate and the word transubstantiation resonates with me. Then the scene changes, I'm still in the street, nearby there, but I'm at a kitchen, there's a pot on the stove, spaghetti is being cooked and here I finally speak and say, now I want my fork, I lent it to him, but now I'm taking it back. I take a fork but the handle breaks, so I take this one, I say to myself, even though I'm not sure it's mine, but that's okay, I'll take it -- and then I wake up
Any context for when this dream happened and what was going on in life?
From a more zoomed out archetypal perspective, the type of joining and intermingling in dreams can speak to the union of complimentary forces (may be opposing attitudes like a logical approach vs an emotionally informed one or something that feels split and antagonistic). Their union produces something that seems to bridge the inanimate with life force...what might be coming alive that seems paradoxical or impossible?
To connect to the second part of the dream, the impression I get is one of ownership and claiming. Is that a behavior that is being developed or one that is under construction, perhaps?
Thanks for your comment, Alyssa, very appreciated. I've started following your blog just a few days ago, and I jumped in with my dream as soon as I read your post, since the images of it left me a strong impression. I began to dream journaling since a couple of months and still not dare to interpret them, i'm just fascinated to see how some images return in dreams ...
Yes, it is very common for dreams to repeat (images, motifs, similar figures). This speaks to the continuity of particular themes or aspects being worked on, central symbols that carry meaning, etc.
Once you start working with dreams, those repeating aspects tend to evolve and change!
I am sitting on the couch with some friends (including a friend who has distanced herself from me in real life). A man enters the room and the other people recognize him as a niche but well regarded actor. I don’t recognize him, but I pretend that I do. He sits next to me on my left and my friend is jealous, moving to a spot further away on the couch out of spite (our real life friendship ended when I began seeing someone she was romantically interested in. This was a few years ago and I am now dating someone else). The actor begins screening a film for us and as it plays he takes my hand, running his fingers over mine. It is surprisingly intimate and erotically charged.
The movie he shows us turns out to be a series of vignettes:
1. A man (played by the actor sitting next to me) wants to join an all-woman dance troupe and is especially entranced by the long black velvet skirt that they wear under their costumes. There is a scene where he is sitting on a bus, black velvet skirt splayed out around him, tying up the ribbons of his black dance shoes. Across from him a female dancer does the same. The bus is chased by a group of deacons on scooters who are upset at the man for challenging gender norms. I am struck by their ornate coats flying behind them as they ride, and think that ironically they have a fairly feminine style of dress.
2. An older man has trapped a black jaguar in a cage. This man is played by a different actor that everyone else in the dream recognizes but again I do not. The actor next to me on the couch remarks that “It’s Mae!” and I pretend to recognize him but I can tell the actor sees through my pretense. Back in the film, the captor keeps opening the door of the cage and injecting the jaguar with a sedative, reassuring his employer that the jaguar is under control. I can see that the jaguar is stirring. Finally, the jaguar erupts from the cage, violently clawing its way through the captor’s head, killing him.
3. The final vignette features a prayer group that I attend in real life. However, unlike the real world kind and supportive community I belong to, the group in the film is sinister. An overhead shot shows girls lying in cages and a woman dancing nearby. My mother is suddenly in the room with us and she demands to know if the prayer group is really like this. I reassure her that it is not.
Some real life context: I have been reflecting a lot about my spiritual home recently, and whether or not I can find a place to express myself fully in the religion I was raised with (Judaism). The prayer group I currently belong to is non-denominational and uses a modified rosary prayer as its central ritual. I love that group, but feel some guilt and tension over my affinity for a non-Jewish spiritual practice and my worship of the divine feminine in the form of Mary.
The context mixed with these dreams makes me think of the Black Madonna, a kind of chthonic, underground form of Mary that is worshipped all around the world. In part, I think she captures the ancient mother goddesses that were forced into the spiritual shadows via religious dogma. She works as a bridge to the Earth, sensuality, fertility, creation, etc.
In that way, she is unorthodox. But in essence, a true and potent spiritual force that sits at the center of the archetypal divine. Not designed by human hand, but omnipresent.
The themes of the black skirt, shoes, jaguar and how it stands in antagonism towards rigidity of belief and norms...that is reminiscent of the Black Madonna. And I think, perhaps, she might say that spiritual integrity is found where the heart pulls you, where you truly feel God, no matter if its outside of strict boundaries.
This totally resonates, thank you! I’ve worked with the Black Madonna a bit and I’m always called to her. Thank you for your reflection and drawing this out.
Maybe this is not the entry to talk about it but what do you think happens when you're not dreaming. I'm feeling more connected to reality and present on the day to day and my activities.
Is this something to ponder about when you are not dreaming at all?
We are always dreaming, which is why we can tap into dream-like states when consciousness is altered (meditation, active imagination, etc). With that said, we may not always remember our dreams for various reasons (stress, lack of attention, substances, little or interrupted sleep).
It's okay to focus more on outer reality and day to day activities. If you're wanting to still connect to the unconscious outside of dreams, you could do some of those other activities like active imagination, a tarot reading, flow-state creative practices, etc.
Thank you for the response Alyssa. I am have awareness of this period with the feeling of having no dreams as I have been keeping a journal for the last few months about them
I'm going to do some research about the Tarot as I feel I'm more connected to the images
The student arrive at my lecture room in states of apathy. I know that the prepared lecture won’t touch them, so I ignore it and say gently ‘what is this malaise that is affecting your life, this room, this day. It runs down the walls, it seeps through the atmosphere, it peels off the desks—a deep dank malaise’. I remind them that this is a theAlogical classroom, not some airy intellectual zone cut off from our bodies, so we start in the here and now, in the malaise. I tell them this is what Betty Friedan did when she wrote the opening para to The Feminine Mystique but its no good for them, because she addressed the late 1960s. I ask them to write their own opening para. A male mature student is standing next to me and says ‘you are the bounteous earth mother’. I want him to say this to the class so we can unwrap the problem of women into earth mothers and monstrous dragons, but I grow more interested in the paragraphs being written by the students. They tell me its boredom. The malaise is a draining, endless, deadening, existential boredom, and they want to escape it in sleep, in lines of cocaine, in drink, in consensual but unwanted sex.
The dream is v much how I used to lecture. I taught thealogy. I think the dream is saying 'physician heal thyself' but doesn't seem to tell me how to go about it. I identify with the paragraphs the students write, not with what the male figure says to me.
Hmm, there's something about the tension between the male figure's statement and the students. That you don't identify with it makes me feel all the more curious! Why then would the unconscious image this figure who speaks these words?
Sometimes that which feels misaligned carries some element of shadow or resistance. Is it possible that his statement has some deeper significance?
If you were to entertain it as relevant, what does it bring up? How does it make you feel? Where is the bounteous earth mother within you? If that feels foreign and far away, I would question that.
haha! Well, I do think both paragraphs have some insight and relevance. Perhaps one more conscious and towards the surface, the other more shadowy and split off from.
What is the bridge between the two? How do they relate?
I am simultaneously two people—one light and one dark—and am perceiving, feeling, wanting differently from each self and aware of it all at once We cross railroad tracks with a crossing guard on each side..a light one on the near side and dark one on the far side. When we get across, lightning strikes the light one and she dies. Everything on the side we’ve reached is dark. The dark me loves it and the light one wants to go back. We get on a bus, miss our stop, end up in a wild place greeted by someone “surfing the matrix”. The dark me recognizes him as a guide I’ve been expecting and is thrilled. The light me is calling an uber to get outta there but just gets the spinny thing that doesn’t connect.
I'm in my paternal grandparents' old rickety house - a version of it that reappears a lot in my dreams. They were hoarders so it's full of clutter. This time my late partner's extended family are here and hauling away a lot of their belongings. I'm glad they're taking care of it, it feels for the best. The driveway is jammed with their moving vans.
I'm in the second floor master bedroom by the back window, reaching out to do some kind of work. The floor is bowing underneath me and starting to buckle. I crawl backwards away from the dangerous bit. Out in another room chunks of wood flooring are curling up on themselves, and the stairs are falling apart so you can't reach the ground floor.
After I wake up it feels really strange because my paternal grandparents were dead before I even met my late partner's family, and our families never had any contact with each other, let alone be storing things in each other's houses. IRL I'm really uncomfortable with my partner's family.
I am working on an oil rig type thing. (Large floating building in the middle of water) We're working on a very important technology or some sort of solution in vials. We're competing with other companies and we are winning.
The oil rig type thing sinks down, shark-infested waters. Sabotage?
Our work is in a treasure chest that sinks down.
Me and another guy are trying to save it, but water starts filling up the area.
I realize I have to choose between the treasure chest or my own life.
I give up on trying to save the treasure chest and the other guy is still trying. I leave him and the chest to come up for air.
Does this dream align with a particular time of inner work or development? Or, perhaps, an invitation to pay attention to something related?
I am struck by the other guy who is still below the surface, searching for the treasure. The ocean is a typical symbol of the unconscious so it makes me wonder if a part of the psyche is committed to the task of pulling up something needed for development of the personality, even if you've yet to do some from a more conscious perspective. Perhaps that is because there is a lack of resources (need to go up for air).
The dream might insinuate the need to gather resources and then dive back down once more...
I'm on a raft in the water with small waves. I know I'm next and I'm going to die, but I'm not ready for it yet. A man sits on my raft and sits closer and closer to me until he pushes me off my raft and I fall into the water. On the raft behind me, a man sits on his own and I try to hold on a little, but I know I can't hold on to his. I let go of his raft, I let the water swallow me.
I'm at the very beginning of a new relationship that has a different dynamic than my previous relationships. I'm learning to be vulnerable and not to be distantly attached, but to let myself fully immerse myself emotionally in this new relationship.
What a striking dream! It feels very alchemical in nature due to the immersion and death by water. Have you watched the Alchemical Inner Work class on the 4 elemental operations? This dream is very much aligned with solutio - dissolution via water which often heralds the breaking down of old structures so something new can be born. Here's the link: https://www.theartemisian.com/p/class-alchemy-4-elements
What catches my attention is the dream ego's initial resistance (clinging onto the raft) and then the letting go. That feels like a reflection of progress in shifting the behavioral pattern in your relationship. In that sense, the dream shows there is potential to keep developing these new dynamics (which will require aligned actions).
If water is also seen as a reflection of emotionality and relationships, there is a further layer of letting yourself be taken into that realm.
I am with a group of people I know are there and am talking to, but cannot see their faces. We approach a large, stone cathedral-like building and open the heavy doors.
Inside, people are sitting at long wooden tables making various things, but I can't see what they are. They welcome us and we turn right toward a very tall door with a wooden sign next to it. "Library."
We go inside, but instead of just books on the shelves, there are images too. I get the sense that they are lives. I pick one up and see a vision of a web filled with points of light.
A female voice says, "You are always apart of the Great Web of Life. You can never be separated from it because you are it. You are a unique expression of this web, connected to everyone and everything else, who are also unique expressions of this web."
I'm looking at this web, filled with wonder...and then my alarm went off and woke me up. The images in my mind are still so vivid though. It felt significant, and so very real.
This seems like an archetypal dream, that is, one where you're tapping into something intrinsically universal, fundamental to the psyche (in contrast to a dream with more personal elements).
These types of dreams often carry an intensity, a deep emotional charge, a vividness that feels mythic or divine in nature. The question I ponder is why this dream now? Is there something about the underlying message of connectedness, being a part of the web of life that is needed right now? Or, at the very least, an expansive perspective that makes you feel seen or held within something greater?
Excellent questions. I'm not sure why this dream now. The only thing really that has changed is I'm doing a course to essentially figure out my life's purpose. 🤔
Thank you for taking the time to read and interpret it!
You're welcome!
I am switching planes on the tarmac. I get in the other plane and just as it's leaving I find out that I was supposed to transfer my own luggage. I'm upset and worried but realize that I can't do anything about it. So I'll just have to wait and see what happens. The people I'm with or who are around me don't seem that supportive. When I get there the luggage does eventually show up.
I have reoccurring dreams fairly often about airports and planes. This dream was the first of 2 dreams that night the second had themes of supporting someone who is sick (which I am), and eventually dies, exhaustion (also true), not being seen or heard (I relate this to my inner life), and the frustration of trying to save someone's life in a war zone who others don't seem to care about (?). It was quite long.
Do you have any particular associations with planes and airports? As modes of transportation, they symbolically speak to volition, movement of energy in life, direction. But unlike driving in a car, a plane brings in the element of air (ascent and descent, perspective) as well as movement through a vehicle which we are not in control of. Do any of those themes resonate, perhaps a sense of where life is moving that you are participating in but don't have full control of? Or, the need to get high above something, zoom out, see things from above?
Perhaps it relates to some of the elements from the second dream (sickness, exhaustion, not being seen).
The scene takes place on the street at an intersection in the place where I live. We are like camped there, I don't know for what reason. I stand on one side of the sidewalk and in front of me lies on the ground a philosopher, whom I know only virutally on fb, I have read his books, he is philosopher of aesthetics, refined often makes mystical references. A little later a beautiful woman comes in, completely naked and she is lying long in front of him, her feet are in front of his head. At one point I see the philosopher with his head sunk into the blonde woman's butt ... ah, a little astonished and surprised that he also does these things, I think of his wife, then the scene changes and I see their bodies mating but in between them there is like a body of rag, of straw, something inanimate and the word transubstantiation resonates with me. Then the scene changes, I'm still in the street, nearby there, but I'm at a kitchen, there's a pot on the stove, spaghetti is being cooked and here I finally speak and say, now I want my fork, I lent it to him, but now I'm taking it back. I take a fork but the handle breaks, so I take this one, I say to myself, even though I'm not sure it's mine, but that's okay, I'll take it -- and then I wake up
Any context for when this dream happened and what was going on in life?
From a more zoomed out archetypal perspective, the type of joining and intermingling in dreams can speak to the union of complimentary forces (may be opposing attitudes like a logical approach vs an emotionally informed one or something that feels split and antagonistic). Their union produces something that seems to bridge the inanimate with life force...what might be coming alive that seems paradoxical or impossible?
To connect to the second part of the dream, the impression I get is one of ownership and claiming. Is that a behavior that is being developed or one that is under construction, perhaps?
Thanks for your comment, Alyssa, very appreciated. I've started following your blog just a few days ago, and I jumped in with my dream as soon as I read your post, since the images of it left me a strong impression. I began to dream journaling since a couple of months and still not dare to interpret them, i'm just fascinated to see how some images return in dreams ...
Welcome, Dana!
Yes, it is very common for dreams to repeat (images, motifs, similar figures). This speaks to the continuity of particular themes or aspects being worked on, central symbols that carry meaning, etc.
Once you start working with dreams, those repeating aspects tend to evolve and change!
I am sitting on the couch with some friends (including a friend who has distanced herself from me in real life). A man enters the room and the other people recognize him as a niche but well regarded actor. I don’t recognize him, but I pretend that I do. He sits next to me on my left and my friend is jealous, moving to a spot further away on the couch out of spite (our real life friendship ended when I began seeing someone she was romantically interested in. This was a few years ago and I am now dating someone else). The actor begins screening a film for us and as it plays he takes my hand, running his fingers over mine. It is surprisingly intimate and erotically charged.
The movie he shows us turns out to be a series of vignettes:
1. A man (played by the actor sitting next to me) wants to join an all-woman dance troupe and is especially entranced by the long black velvet skirt that they wear under their costumes. There is a scene where he is sitting on a bus, black velvet skirt splayed out around him, tying up the ribbons of his black dance shoes. Across from him a female dancer does the same. The bus is chased by a group of deacons on scooters who are upset at the man for challenging gender norms. I am struck by their ornate coats flying behind them as they ride, and think that ironically they have a fairly feminine style of dress.
2. An older man has trapped a black jaguar in a cage. This man is played by a different actor that everyone else in the dream recognizes but again I do not. The actor next to me on the couch remarks that “It’s Mae!” and I pretend to recognize him but I can tell the actor sees through my pretense. Back in the film, the captor keeps opening the door of the cage and injecting the jaguar with a sedative, reassuring his employer that the jaguar is under control. I can see that the jaguar is stirring. Finally, the jaguar erupts from the cage, violently clawing its way through the captor’s head, killing him.
3. The final vignette features a prayer group that I attend in real life. However, unlike the real world kind and supportive community I belong to, the group in the film is sinister. An overhead shot shows girls lying in cages and a woman dancing nearby. My mother is suddenly in the room with us and she demands to know if the prayer group is really like this. I reassure her that it is not.
Some real life context: I have been reflecting a lot about my spiritual home recently, and whether or not I can find a place to express myself fully in the religion I was raised with (Judaism). The prayer group I currently belong to is non-denominational and uses a modified rosary prayer as its central ritual. I love that group, but feel some guilt and tension over my affinity for a non-Jewish spiritual practice and my worship of the divine feminine in the form of Mary.
The context mixed with these dreams makes me think of the Black Madonna, a kind of chthonic, underground form of Mary that is worshipped all around the world. In part, I think she captures the ancient mother goddesses that were forced into the spiritual shadows via religious dogma. She works as a bridge to the Earth, sensuality, fertility, creation, etc.
In that way, she is unorthodox. But in essence, a true and potent spiritual force that sits at the center of the archetypal divine. Not designed by human hand, but omnipresent.
The themes of the black skirt, shoes, jaguar and how it stands in antagonism towards rigidity of belief and norms...that is reminiscent of the Black Madonna. And I think, perhaps, she might say that spiritual integrity is found where the heart pulls you, where you truly feel God, no matter if its outside of strict boundaries.
I think some feel comfortable and at ease within those boundaries, where others feel the lack. I have explored a similar sentiment and wrote about it here: https://www.theartemisian.com/p/a-communion-with-fire
This totally resonates, thank you! I’ve worked with the Black Madonna a bit and I’m always called to her. Thank you for your reflection and drawing this out.
You're welcome :)
Maybe this is not the entry to talk about it but what do you think happens when you're not dreaming. I'm feeling more connected to reality and present on the day to day and my activities.
Is this something to ponder about when you are not dreaming at all?
All questions on dreams are welcome :)
We are always dreaming, which is why we can tap into dream-like states when consciousness is altered (meditation, active imagination, etc). With that said, we may not always remember our dreams for various reasons (stress, lack of attention, substances, little or interrupted sleep).
It's okay to focus more on outer reality and day to day activities. If you're wanting to still connect to the unconscious outside of dreams, you could do some of those other activities like active imagination, a tarot reading, flow-state creative practices, etc.
Thank you for the response Alyssa. I am have awareness of this period with the feeling of having no dreams as I have been keeping a journal for the last few months about them
I'm going to do some research about the Tarot as I feel I'm more connected to the images
I recommend working with the Rider Waite Smith deck (or a clone version) to begin with. It is great for new students!
The student arrive at my lecture room in states of apathy. I know that the prepared lecture won’t touch them, so I ignore it and say gently ‘what is this malaise that is affecting your life, this room, this day. It runs down the walls, it seeps through the atmosphere, it peels off the desks—a deep dank malaise’. I remind them that this is a theAlogical classroom, not some airy intellectual zone cut off from our bodies, so we start in the here and now, in the malaise. I tell them this is what Betty Friedan did when she wrote the opening para to The Feminine Mystique but its no good for them, because she addressed the late 1960s. I ask them to write their own opening para. A male mature student is standing next to me and says ‘you are the bounteous earth mother’. I want him to say this to the class so we can unwrap the problem of women into earth mothers and monstrous dragons, but I grow more interested in the paragraphs being written by the students. They tell me its boredom. The malaise is a draining, endless, deadening, existential boredom, and they want to escape it in sleep, in lines of cocaine, in drink, in consensual but unwanted sex.
The dream is v much how I used to lecture. I taught thealogy. I think the dream is saying 'physician heal thyself' but doesn't seem to tell me how to go about it. I identify with the paragraphs the students write, not with what the male figure says to me.
Hmm, there's something about the tension between the male figure's statement and the students. That you don't identify with it makes me feel all the more curious! Why then would the unconscious image this figure who speaks these words?
Sometimes that which feels misaligned carries some element of shadow or resistance. Is it possible that his statement has some deeper significance?
If you were to entertain it as relevant, what does it bring up? How does it make you feel? Where is the bounteous earth mother within you? If that feels foreign and far away, I would question that.
I feared you would write that! :-)
haha! Well, I do think both paragraphs have some insight and relevance. Perhaps one more conscious and towards the surface, the other more shadowy and split off from.
What is the bridge between the two? How do they relate?
I am simultaneously two people—one light and one dark—and am perceiving, feeling, wanting differently from each self and aware of it all at once We cross railroad tracks with a crossing guard on each side..a light one on the near side and dark one on the far side. When we get across, lightning strikes the light one and she dies. Everything on the side we’ve reached is dark. The dark me loves it and the light one wants to go back. We get on a bus, miss our stop, end up in a wild place greeted by someone “surfing the matrix”. The dark me recognizes him as a guide I’ve been expecting and is thrilled. The light me is calling an uber to get outta there but just gets the spinny thing that doesn’t connect.
I'm in my paternal grandparents' old rickety house - a version of it that reappears a lot in my dreams. They were hoarders so it's full of clutter. This time my late partner's extended family are here and hauling away a lot of their belongings. I'm glad they're taking care of it, it feels for the best. The driveway is jammed with their moving vans.
I'm in the second floor master bedroom by the back window, reaching out to do some kind of work. The floor is bowing underneath me and starting to buckle. I crawl backwards away from the dangerous bit. Out in another room chunks of wood flooring are curling up on themselves, and the stairs are falling apart so you can't reach the ground floor.
After I wake up it feels really strange because my paternal grandparents were dead before I even met my late partner's family, and our families never had any contact with each other, let alone be storing things in each other's houses. IRL I'm really uncomfortable with my partner's family.