In a recent dream, I refuse to identify with a man…
As result, I can not give what I have to give.
In the dream…
I’m at a large, active conference center. I’m scheduled to do a presentation before a group.
A man corrals me in a hallway. He’s a rather plain-looking middle-aged guy in a dull gray suit.
He wants my advice—my guidance. He says he thinks I can help him because I’ve already gone through what he’s going through.
But as I see it, this man and I have little in common. I’d like to get away from him, but he keeps me hemmed in.
That gray-suited man represents something I’ve run from my entire adult life: a stable, middle-class existence…
So then, how can we share a major life passage?
Well, on one level, we are indeed quite different. But on another level—a basic level—perhaps our experiences do parallel…
I should be flattered really—he thinks I have some knowledge to impart. He’s saying: I need your help. Ironically, I willing to talk to a large group, but not to a lone individual.
I don’t think this dream speaks to my present, but to a possible future. It’s a warning. I’ll try to remember. In any case, according to this dream, when the situation does arise, I won’t escape so easily.
© 2014, Michael R. Patton
poems of our dream life