About several years I ago I was returning from an art show with a young friend of mine. She was 11 years old and a fellow dreamer.
“Goal, why do we have nightmares?”
It was a good question and one i hadn’t thought about. I wasn’t sure what to say. I blurted out….
“We have nightmares as they teach us how to negotiate within that world.
I had surprised myself at the speed of my reply. “Yeah!” I thought. That’s it.
I thought of my reply to Zelda after the waking from one of the dreams I had Monday night.
“In this house (commune?) with others. Randy Ralston is there. At some point I am stabbed/cut in the back. It seems like it was done by someone who was unconscious or due to the sloppy nature of the environment. I am injured. It is damaging and I am screaming in anger feeling like I am damaged. I am crying and crying. Everyone there seems to know how I feel and why. Two police detectives come in to investigate. I scream at them, “What the fuck are you doing here. You don’t care!” They tell me they are actually there for support. I go outside crying. Jennie Erke is there. She give me an ayurvedic diagnosis and treatment. I scream at her something like “I am tired of this bullshit” At some point I go back inside and make my way down the hill. Around me is market like place. At some point I turn around and make my way back out. I seeing Miele to my right. Seeing her? makes me hurt even more. I go into building. Something is wrong with water. I go to pipe against wall and see that facing the wall a cheap wood plug is there. I pull it out and scream how fucking cheap everyone is. Victoria Coulter gives me a ride. At some point it is a couple. There is a large verticle cut on my back. I can’t walk. I have to hop. Stopping. Being left behind by couple. I had to follow them up a chute like structure. I slip and drop a book and one shoe. As I go back to get it they leave thinking I am with them. I run and go through gate past couple. I ask them. I ask them to lock gate. I then hop south on I-5. We are going to Los Angeles. I hop along. It is foggy. I pass 2 transients. They talk and they follow. One comes close. He is threatening. I say I come from Oregon trying to throw him off. He confronts, “Not dressed like that!” I begin to hop/run away. He follows. I get into library. Couple finds me there and take me out.”
Like I said I woke. My eyes were wet. We all know the traditional way of interpreting dreams. They are aspects of yourself. The images are archetypal, etc. I accept all these interpretations instead of one over the other. I also think the one who is having the dream is dancing at the same frequency as the people/images in the dream itself.
I woke shaken. The exhaust of the dream was left. How can dream not have a chemical effect on ones body? I begin to lift myself out.
I’ve been keeping dream journal for 25 years. What else can be going on here based on my response to Zelda?
It may be that we are pulled in these directions in dreams to the contrast of where we want to be. No dream is the same. I feel that we are always expanding even in the process of our dying. Dreams too are expanding omnidirectionally. This is the new twist. They may have a theme relative to the zone the expansion is moving through. It is similar to a spaceship/shuttle going through a dead zone of no communication when it re-enters he earth’s atmosphere (if that still happens) This zone the dreams are expanding through can be of three years duration or thirty.
And going along with the dream contrast, this is what makes one become a good healer. As one moves into and expands though these dream images/themes/etc. one is always entering new space, emotional content and more covering and negotiating new territory. Then one comes back to, or needs, a sense of alignment even if the dream is not understandable. Their operational language has changed.
