What Messages Bring These Dreams?
THE LANGUAGE OF DREAMS
Q: What Messages Bring These Dreams?
A: I’m laying absolutely still in the morning watching the sun rise in reflection upon my bedroom wall. And yet, it feels like waves are surging with great force within my psyche continuously. There is no imagined peace in the midst of such intense change. The only “real” peace I can muster is coming from my deep well of faith and even there I am having to cultivate it from the fertile ground of near depletion.
In my recent tsunami dreams, I hadn’t gotten to the treading water amongst all the debris of the past part. I feel I am there now. Swimming in whirlpool tides of immense change that sometimes I haven’t an idea of what is up or down. Thank God for my inner practices to maintain the calm from within the storm.
And why do I share my dreams? When in times of immense change, dreams are a language that can speak the inarticulate, they can frame the formless in concept and symbol, and they can provide light in an otherwise dark and hazy state of unknown.
RECENT DREAMS
I have had new dreams this week that have brought me into different elements other than the power of untamed waters beyond my ability to conceive. A few evenings ago I had a most powerful dream that really has stayed with me ever since, perhaps it will not leave until I live it somehow into reality. I was surrounded by all the people I know and someone asked me a provocative question. I realized that this was an opportunity to bare my soul before God and to be witnessed by everyone in my life. I accepted and went around to greet everyone and to let them know that I was going to show all parts of myself, the good, the bad, and the ugly, and to make sure they were comfortable receiving this reflection. It was almost as if everyone there was also agreeing to bare themselves.
People were there that I hadn’t seen in years and they brought relics that represented our relationships and placed them in the center of the room. As a Taurus moon I felt myself in those objects, the history, the significance, and the message those people were sharing with me in those memories.
Then came the time to reveal my inner darkness and to show what lies within the subconscious terrain. An angel that only I could see was there and nodded to me as if to ask if I was ready. I was. And then in the center of this very white and clear space arose a beastly charging bull, just as you would see on Wall Street. As this dream was utterly lucid, I found the symbolism fascinating as the bull is often referred to as a representation of the ego itself. Whether as the Minotaur, half bull/half man described by Ovid who dwelled in the labyrinth and was killed by the Greek hero Theseus, or as referred to by Dante as the infernal guardian of the seventh circle of hell. The bull is a violent and dense aspect of our psyche that lies deep within. Violent to oneself, nature/others, and to God.
I awoke from this dream both in astonished awe and gripped by discomfort. I have been working intently on clearing away very old self-destructive patterns that are disguised as latent in this life but in my experience of ancient memories, and as well as in my inner work around what occurs in the depth of my unconsciousness, I have had to face some very strong egoic ways of being that I am changing in real-time. This dream is part of my reckoning. And vulnerably sharing my process is part of my dharma, as uncomfortable as it may be.
WANTING TO BE HEARD AND SEEN
It is funny how as humans there is a very common ache to be seen and heard. But how many of us ache to have our shadows and our unconscious revealed, seen, and heard by others? Not many, and for some, maybe they want to be seen through that lens but more as a way of expressing oneself or as identification. But very few know they want to be seen as a means of seeing themselves and transforming that darkness and pain into possibility. I would argue we also want that but maybe we don’t know it.
Last night, a different dream occurred. I was in the midst of the reconstruction of a home. This felt positive and affirming in ways after having spent the last several years deconstructing and dissolving. Curiously, this home had rooms of elegant fire in the basement. They were hidden but once found, they were exquisite temples of fire, with pristine architecture and flames that were pure and creamy, buttery gold. I went into these temples and admired the fire. I was not afraid and I let myself purify in the reflection of these flames. I awoke this morning drenched in sweat. Literally soaked through my nightgown and sheets.
THE MESSAGE
What is the message of these dreams? Keep listening, stay attuned, and remain humble and true. Give of myself to the God of my heart and prepare to bare my soul before Him. May those in my life provide witness through their hearts, kindness, friendship, and authentic reflections. May the choices I am making now serve as another step closer to my true nature. May I listen and act accordingly without my will driving the ship. May I show up and participate in a collaboration with my Being and do my part…My prayers inspired by these Piscean full moon-influenced dreams…
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