a dream of Titanic proportions

My dreams tell me where I’m headed…

…just as your dreams tell you where you’re headed.

But does a dream ever go beyond the personal?  Do our dreams ever tell us where the world is headed?

In a dream from few years ago…

I see a scene that brings to mind the tragedy of the Titanic.

A number of people bob helplessly in the cold waters of a night ocean.  Though they float together in loosely-formed group, they’re disconnected from one another.

Their ship has sunk.  Many have died.

An alarming dream.  I believe every character in a dream represents an aspect of myself.  So the dream seemed to be saying:

You’re adrift and in shock, after being blindsided by a submerged shadow aspect.

I didn’t think my situation was so dire.  But dreams tend to picture our problems in overly dramatic ways.  So perhaps that interpretation was accurate.

But I couldn’t go along with the rest of the message.  I wasn’t so disconnected from myself…

For several years, I’d been working to meld the many pieces of myself—the various aspects—together to create a better whole.  I’d come to know many of these aspects through my dream work.

I’d learned that no aspect is ever completely lost.  I might push it down, keep it hidden, but the aspect—the energy—still lived within me.

So the deaths in the dream couldn’t represent my personal reality.

As my interpretation fell apart, I wandered toward this idea…

Maybe the dream didn’t relate to my little personal picture.  Maybe it related to our big picture.  The world picture.

Are we, like the Titanic, on collision course with nature?  Headed toward disaster, because we’re too relaxed about the course we’re taking?  Too arrogant?

I thought of this dream again recently, while watching a news story.  A massive iceberg had broken off from an ice shelf on the Antarctic peninsula.  A chunk the size of Delaware.

Though I like to think it’s possible to dream big, occasionally…

…I hope this dream relates to me and myself and no one else.  Me and myself, I can fix.  Climate change—well, I’ll do what I can, but I’m not one of the ones steering the ship.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
sky rope poetry blog

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visiting the mystery

According to a recent dream, I want to be in two places at once.

In the dream…

I drive with some male friends to an isolated country field at night.

We park and walk down a trail to a copse of trees.

In just a short time, my friends return to the cars.  But I’m not ready to go.  As I linger, I stare down into a concrete tank filled with water.

A stranger arrives.  We talk.  He seems smart, sincere, secure in himself.  I’d like to continue the conversation, but fear my companions might leave without me.

When interpreting a dream, I let this idea guide me: everything in the dream represents an aspect of myself.

So, those dream friends are me.  I see them as the “social me”.  The part that enjoys the world of noise—the excitement, the sizzle, the stimulation.  If I linger in this mysterious place, I fear I may lose that aspect of myself.

But there’s more behind my desire to leave…

I’m scared of the mystery.

The mystery is dark…strange…uncertain…isolating.

So then why do I also want to stay?  Because I sense I can find the sacred here.

The stranger represents another aspect of my self—though that’s hard for me to believe.  Hard to believe, because he seems comfortable here.  Secure.

If I stay awhile longer, I can connect with this aspect.  This relaxed, self-assured aspect.  So…to become more comfortable with the mystery, I must stay with the mystery.  That makes sense.

Don’t get me wrong—the world of noise is not bad world.  I will return to that world.  I must live in that world.

But in order to be a better man in that world, I need to visit the mystery occasionally.

Whenever I go into the mystery—whenever I try to reach my deeper self, whenever I try to realize the reality behind our chaos—I always feel more centered, more peaceful afterwards, when I return to the world of noise.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
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musing on my muse

I like to say, “I don’t rely on any muse, but on my own hard work.”

However, a recent dream tells me that I do listen to a muse.

In the dream…

I’m on one side of an empty room.

On the other side, several women stand in a group.

A woman supervisor comes over to present me with a new project.  It’s a poem or like a poem.

I have to put my current project on hold and start this new one.  The current project is also a poem or like a poem—but bigger than the new work.

Though I don’t know the reasons behind this change, I don’t argue.

The dream seemed to relate to a creative project I’d been planning.  Something big—I like to think big.  Something grand.

However, even before the dream, I sensed: now is not the right time for this project.  My inner muse—my intuitive feeling sense—was trying to get through to me.  But I didn’t want to listen—I wanted to daydream.

Ancient Greek mythology speaks of nine muses.  Each one represents a form of human expression or knowledge: drama, music, dance, history, astronomy, and the different themes of poetry.

I probably have nine or so women in my dream.  If I can connect with these muses—these inner aspects—I can indeed create something grand…no matter the size of the project.

So then, what is this shorter project?

I still don’t know.  But I’m listening.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
sky rope: a poetry blog

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let sleeping paperclips lie

Sometimes it’s best to let sleeping paperclips lie…

…according to a recent dream.

In the dream…

On the concrete pavement near my feet, I spot two paperclips.

I try to pick one of them up.  But it keeps moving away from my hand—as if pushed by a puff of air.

Finally, I catch it.  But when I check my palm, I find a curled scorpion.  I quickly toss the creature to the ground.

After pondering that dream scenario…

…I still don’t know what or who the paperclips are supposed to represent.

Nonetheless, I’ve learned much from this dream…

I persist not because I want the clip, but merely because it’s elusive.

I’m not an aggressive man.  However, when I commit to a task, I usually keep at it.  An admirable quality…until persistence becomes stubbornness…

Blinded by my stubborn mindset, I don’t realize the obvious: the paperclip flees out of fear.

It only becomes a scorpion as a last resort—it’s merely trying to protect itself.

Ironically, because I was afraid of being hurt by the scorpion/clip, I may have hurt it.

At the end of the dream, I reach for the second clip.  It doesn’t try to “run away” and remains a clip when in my palm…

However, I do spot a tiny creature crawling around its loops.  I can’t see it clearly, but think it might be a scorpion.  Deciding not to take a chance, I toss this paperclip down as well.

Another mistake, as I see it now: even if that bitty bug was a scorpion, it would be too small to do any serious damage.

Besides, I can’t avoid all the little scorpions in this life.  After all, isn’t there a bit of scorpion in everyone (myself included)?

This dream doesn’t seem to mirror any situation in my present life…

But maybe there’s a match with events in my past.  In any case, I need to remain aware of these truths in the future.  Maybe we can’t avoid being hurt and sometimes hurting other…but we can limit the damage.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
sky rope: a poetry blog

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getting the message

A recent dream shows I’m making progress on a problem…

In the dream…

I’m ascending, floor by floor, through a large modern shopping mall…

At each floor, I walk through a hallway behind the stores until I’ve made a complete circle.

About halfway up, I call my mother.  She says she will meet me at the mall.

So, I must stop and wait.  I stand inside a fast-food cafe.  A number of older couples do a slow dance.  A man in a cowboy outfit comes up and shakes my hand—he knows my mother.

When I woke from this dream, the problem seemed clear enough:

I was making good progress…

…until I decided to call my mother.

While alive, my mother was a worry-wart.  So perhaps I was letting fear impede my growth.

That interpretation seemed to fit…

…until I remembered a similar dream from a few years ago…

In that dream, I’m walking through a long, curving hallway.  The blank white walls seem quite bland.  At one point, I open a door and find a mall filled with bright shops and much activity.  But I close the door and travel on.

When I looked into that dream, I realized I should’ve stopped and gone inside the mall—

—as I actually did do in this latest dream.  It’s ironic: by stopping, I’m making progress—I’m changing a behavior that limits my enjoyment of life.

Yes, my mother was a worry-wart.  But that’s not all she was.  She also liked to window shop—and take her time while doing so.  According to this dream, I’m activating that part of myself: the part that wants to see and feel and hear and taste the world…

Nothing wrong in trying to reach the top of the mall.  I need not abandon that goal.

But if that’s my sole focus, I’ll lose so much.

I know I’m not done with this issue.  By watching my dreams, I’ll be able to see how I’m progressing.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
sky rope: a poetry blog

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Russia rushing at me

A recent dream tells me to wake up…

In the dream…

I’ve just arrived in a busy Russian city, via an underground train.

I wander around downtown, then enter the lobby of a church.

Suddenly I realize I left my small backpack on the train.  I know I probably won’t get it back—I’ve probably lost my passport.  I’m shocked.  What can I do?

I peek into the main area of the church.  Some men pass by, carrying what might be a small casket—or some type of tabernacle.

I head back to the street.  I don’t even know where I can stay.

This dream—this calm nightmare—is clearly saying: pay attention!

While on the train, I could let my attention drift.  Ironically, though I’ve been in a passive position, I’ve actually made much progress.  While stationary, I have traversed great distances.

The dream uses a pun: I’ve been “in training”.

But unfortunately, though I knew the journey would eventually end, I didn’t prepare for the change.  I’m not ready for this new environment of activity.  So it seems to come at me in a rush.  Another pun: Russia is rushing at me.

Because I’m in a daze, I lose my passport—some sense of identity.  And so, this new place feels even more foreign and uncertain.

I hurt myself in another way as well…

I don’t try to make contact with anyone.  Thus, the feeling of being disconnected from my surroundings is heightened.  I’m still too much inside myself.

So how does this scenario apply to my waking life?  It doesn’t.  At least, not yet.  I think the dream is a warning.

I still have questions about this scenario.  I may never know if that box was a casket or a tabernacle—or a combination of both.  But that’s okay—I’ve already gathered a very important message from my Russia dream.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
sky rope: a poetry blog

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forward back


A recent dream has me considering the cost of being human…

In the dream…

A breakfast at a pleasant restaurant has just ended.  Several friends and acquaintances are in the process of leaving…

I look at “D’s” table—she forgot to tip.  She was always so cheap!  I tell my friend “W” and we laugh.

Then we go to the counter to settle the bill.  I’m surprised at the cost.  I have enough room on my credit card—but not by much.

W and I must decide what to do next.  My future is a question mark.  I realize W should return to her job.  I can’t ask her to go with me when I don’t know where I’m going.

I have to tell her.  The parting will be sad for both of us.

The man behind the counter gives me a pouch filled with his collection of souvenir coins—mock pennies of various sizes.  Jokingly, I ask if I can pay with these.

So much stuff in this dream!  I knew it’d be quite a chore to dig into it all.  I couldn’t connect a bit of it to my waking life.

In any case, I felt pleased about this positive aspect: I was willing to be decisive in an emotionally difficult situation.

But I wasn’t pleased with this negative: I was hard-pressed to pay for that breakfast.

What was the dream telling me?

A cost had turned out to be more than expected.  I felt lacking in resources.

I could put the cost on hold—but only for so long.  I’m nearly over my limit.

Now I see a possible connection to my waking life:

Lately, I’ve been telling myself: I don’t want to look back right now.  I want to look ahead.  Yes, much of much importance has happened in my not-so-distant past.  But I can deal with all that later.

Difficult experiences obviously have a psychic cost for us.  But according to this dream: so does the fun stuff.  Maybe the message is: I must look back on both and try to come to terms with what has happened…

…whether I feel like it or not.  Ironically, the recipient of this payment would be me.

I’m not completely sold on this interpretation.  Nor should I be—until I delve deeper into the dream…

…and I will.  I need to know the truth.  I must see what accounts need to be settled and then settle those accounts—because I want to move on.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
Open All Night: a poetry book

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