Saturday, January 30, 2010
Paradigm Shift in the Dreamscape
I am completely fascinated with my dream life. My dreams are so creative, sometimes it feels like I've channeled them. It's like going to the movies - man - I LOVE my dreams.
Sometimes I write them down carefully, re-read them later in an effort to understand what's going on in dreamtime. Sometimes I just let the dreams wash over me. I figure they can take care of themselves sometimes.
Over the years certain themes have emerged, i.e. the dream in which I'm trying to pack all my stuff in suitcases that are already full. I am going to miss my flight if I don't get packed asap. Or, I'm trying to get from point A to point B. I can't find my car so I decide to walk a most circuitous route that takes me through other people's apartments, down alleyways, through warehouses, up and down scary cliffs, over rivers, etc. These dreams were never fun.
Recently the patterns of these dreams are shifting in the best way imaginable. Right in the middle of scaling some sheer, slippery cliff I realize there's an easier path. In the dream I think, "I don't have to do this. I'll take the nice winding path over there." In the suitcase dream, instead of packing feverishly, lately the bags are already packed and though I'm lugging them to and fro, the stuff inside them is not spilling out like in the old dreams.
I even found my car recently in a dream. One of my great teachers appeared in the dream to help me find it and then we polished the car with big chamois cloths. What a triumph! I used to dream about looking for my car so often that one of my teachers actually made up a song about it. I tried to cure myself by having a friend park my car in a huge parking lot while I waited in a store. She handed me the keys and I set out to find my car. It took me all of 2 minutes in "real" life. But I continued to have the dream anyway. Until a few weeks ago I had NEVER dreamed of finding my car. Clearly something very good is going on at the deepest levels of my unconscious.
Last night's dream featured me with my backpack (no longer a suitcase) following an easy path over water and through apartments where the residents welcomed me and pointed to the back door. No more sneaking around in these dreams! I am finding my way.
In the dream I had applied the best moisterizer which might account for why the young Japanese man wanted to snuggle with me. In dreamtime, I tell him to back off. I am quite harsh. President Obama is there. He says to me, "I'm sure he wants to snuggle with ALL the old ladies." I realize OH. The Japanese guy is telling me I'm attractive. President Obama says,"You might want to reconsider your attitude."
Hmmm. I believe I am reconsidering many attitudes, way down there in the funky recesses of my mind. 2010, so far, is a really good year. May it continue! Oh yeah!!