Just before my last waking this morning, I had a series of dreams. They were very strong in their imaginary.
See what you make of them and I’ll tell you what they mean to me at the end.
Dream#1: Nothing Left to Eat…
We are a small tribe/community living in a glade type valley and we are foraging for food and living our lives.
There are mini dramas going on, just as in any culture but something ominous was looming. It becomes clear that we were running out of food and that before long we would have to find more or we were all going to starve to death.
A group of us took off to search whilst the elders stayed behind and took their chances, unafraid for their survival unlike ourselves. We were hungry!
We came up a leafy hill and everything stopped. The massive strip of ground before us was as bare as could be.
Tilled soil was all that stood there as far as the eye could see up to the brow of the massive hill. My guts went weird as a ferocious sound hit us. Although we knew we should run now, we were transfixed.
Dogs came running over the hill towards us. They didn’t look like the type of dog to be fierce, they were golden retrievers! However their appearance did nothing to allay the reality that they were protecting their site and we were clearly trespassing!
That’s the end as far as I can remember.
Dream#2: Trouble in The Air…
We were driving to my friend’s house up the Weymouth Avenue and just at the top by the traffic lights we spied a sight that we had never seen for real in this area. A twister!
We debated for a minute how serious it was. It was soon clear that it was very serious indeed and headed right for us.
My first instinct to carry on in the direction I was going, which may have actually taken us beyond the path of the wind tunnels, was immediately over-ridden by a strange mix of ‘I have to get home!’ and deep panic.
Home meant doing a U-turn in the road and I was aware of traffic all around…and home was where it was headed. Where should we turn, and how fast could we run without contributing to the general panic?
Time for the general synopsis…
Dreams are multidimensional and usually contain at least two levels of understanding, one cultural (global) and two, personal.
On a personal level both dreams seem to say to me that I’ve hit my nemesis.
In some sense I am up against the ‘survivalist’ dream. The ability to sustain myself is somehow under threat, either for real or metaphorically.
This could have always been the case, and something I am now discovering (new territory) or something that is coming upon me as new realizations dawn (threatening circumstances). On both counts the message is quite clear.
ACT! Now is not the time for contemplation…for me this is clearly a call to clear and concise decision-making.
Trust your first instinct! If that is to run, just choose the right direction. If that is to stand your ground (more appropriate with dogs than tornadoes!) then do that!
The worst thing I can do now is vacillate in self-doubt! Making the wrong decision is the fear but making no decision is fatal!
(Remember this is my own!) OK. So we are at some ‘event horizon’ and all we see before us is barren land and…the dogs of war? We know not what is beyond the horizon and all we can sense is despair at our uncertain future.
Let me give you the alternative ending…
(Penned in my waking hours!)
A New Perspective
Immediately we all sink to our knees, drop our gaze to the ground and stretch out our arms. The dogs pick up on our non-resistance and almost simultaneously they become our friendly welcoming committee. They run up to us licking our face and wagging their tales.
They communicate that they’ve been waiting for us and protecting the land. They lead us over the bow of the hill where we behold a Golden City before us. We know instantaneously that before us lie the treasure of abundance.
The Golden City is replete with good food, shelter and companionship. We make plans to go and fetch the rest of the tribe to bring them to the city. The city exceeds all our expectations. It’s golden hue is a sign of its enlightened vibration.
Mankind has finally learned to live in harmony with nature. The barren field is merely ready for us to plant the seeds if our choice, and we are welcome into the city as long-lost sisters and brothers. We are home.
Now that’s much better!