lighthouse rock - October 20, 2013d
 

Occasionally, I’ll stop myself from interpreting a dream…

For example, I didn’t want to interpret this recent dream:

On one side of a narrow highway, I see a small white farmhouse.  A man lives here with his wife and child.

Behind the farmhouse lies a rocky coastline and the ocean.

But my attention is drawn to what dominates the scene on the other side of the road…

A stone cliff rises up—it’s a hundred feet high or more.  Atop the cliff sits a massive, well-shaped boulder.  From its lofty perspective, it looks out, towards the ocean.

That boulder has a presence all its own.  A strength.  It’s indomitable.

Though I wondered about that rock with its great profile…

…I resisted the temptation to try to interpret its meaning—I feared I might spoil the mystery.

But I guess, in a way, I did interpret it, to a degree…

I found its meaning by trying to describe it adequately.

That stone is about strength.  Endurance.  A higher perspective built on a solid foundation.

If such a thing is in my dream….

…it must be a part of me—hard as that is for me to believe.

Of course, that little man in his little house is also a part of me.  My small mundane existence still goes on, down below.

That’s all good to know; nonetheless, for the time being, I don’t plan to go any further with this dream.

However, I know the dream will stay with me—its great peaceful mystery with stay with me…

So perhaps, in a month, or a year, or even ten years from now, I may come to its deeper meanings—a deeper understanding of the whole beautiful scenario.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
this book is open all night

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