One of my favorite things to do is to dream. I don’t mean to daydream, but the kind that happens when you sleep. I find that often what I dream either manifests into so-called reality, or else it gives me a pretty good indication of exactly what is going on with me subconsciously.
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| preparing for a nightly dream... |
Last night, I dreamt I was with my younger sister hanging out on the roof of a skyscraper. Watching her, I sensed she invited risky behavior so I kept my eyes on her. Sure enough, she soon swung her legs over a ledge that had a kind of metal bar holding her at chest level. While she swung her dangling legs back and forth, I strained my eyes to see the street beneath us. I felt we were at least 30 stories high. Suddenly, my sister slipped through the metal bar and from the ledge. It happened so fast that all I could see were her raised arms as she slid down. Panicked, I looked over the ledge. To my shock, I saw that she had not fallen into the street at all, but to another roof just beneath ours. She was safe.
In another part of the same dream, I was watching an airplane in a bright blue sky. While I casually looked, the plane suddenly stopped moving. One minute it had been flying forward, and the next it simply became still. I just knew that plane would drop from the sky, although I never witnessed it doing so. Instead, I went into a third dream.
Let me tell you, Gifted Readers, my dreams are busy!
I’m going to tell you about the third one in another post so that I'll have space and time to decipher the two I just told you about.
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First Dream: While living in Hawai’i, I met a dream interpreter who studied at a Jungian school in Santa Barbara. Although he was Palestinian, he grew up in Egypt where he’d nurtured an interest in metaphysics. When I told him about some of my dreams, he was surprised to learn I dreamt about my sister almost every night. “You’re so lucky,” he said. “That’s not your sister. That’s your shadow self.” In other words, I was interacting with my deeper subconscious on a nightly basis and by analyzing our roles in the dreams, I could guide my own life better. Here’s wikipedia’s take on Carl Jung’s philosophy of shadow selves:
So my sister, in my dream, is an aspect of me. She’s the side that takes risks like sitting on a high ledge and swinging her legs, inviting danger. But look at what happened when she slipped and fell! She only slid down to the next roof and was safe. That dream tells me that I don’t trust my own instincts. My shadow self is willing to take chances that my conscious self deems unsafe, yet my subconscious self ended up being just fine. I believe the skyscraper represents some lofty idea of mine—rising to the top—a goal I want to attain. But while my conscious self is warning me to be careful, my subconscious self will take a chance because she knows that she will end up safe no matter what. And, so will I.
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Now, my second dream, I think, is a reinforcement of the first. The airplane is in the sky and stops, but doesn’t fall. Once again, this dream is about a lofty idea or goal that I’m aiming high for (like that skyscraper in the first dream), perhaps just out of reach. I don’t have characters representing my conscious/subconscious in this dream, but the plane represents a thrust of energy. It appears that I'm going for it, but then I stop. Yet, I don’t fall. What’s going on here? Am I intentionally stopping myself from going forward in some pursuit of mine? I should continue that goal, you see, because I will not fall; I will not fail. I think that must be it! Let me know if you feel differently.
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Until we meet again, sweet dreams always.
Good luck, light and love,
Gypsy Stars
