rich in symbolism

numbers question bb - May 20, 2016d

A recent Powerball winner seems to contradict what I’ve so often said about dreams…

According to Pearlie Mae Smith of New Jersey, the winning numbers for the May 7th Powerball jackpot came to her in a dream.

Nonetheless, I still say dreams should not be taken literally…

…99.9% of the time*.  I speak from experience.  Years ago, I based a decision on a literal interpretation and paid mightily for my mistake.

By looking at the dream incorrectly, I also lost its real message—a message that might have benefited me in significant ways.

That said, if I saw a sequence of six numbers in a dream, I’d probably go ahead and buy a ticket.  After all, it’s a cheap purchase.  It’s not as if I’m flying to Vegas.

But even if I did win, I’d still consider the symbolic significance of those numbers.

(* My figure of 99.9% is a rough guess.  The percent of literal-message dreams could be even less.)

© 2016, Michael R. Patton
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a rose not so sweet is still a rose

bee rose bbbb - April 24, 2016s

As sometimes happens, the message of one dream seems to contradict the message of another …

In a recent dream…

I’m looking for a special item in a large ultra-modern mall.  A place of few stores and few people.

The main room is spacious, with an extremely high ceiling.

I peek into a restaurant that’s open at two ends to a wide ocean bay.  Then I pass by a coffee store.

I know I can’t find what I want in this building, so I don’t care to linger.

In a dream from last month, I was also searching for a part for a creative project (see previous entry)…

But in that dream, I showed patience.  In this latest dream, I’m anxious to hurry on.

Having worked for years to develop my patience, I welcomed the positive message of the first dream.  Yes, I’d made progress!

Or had I?  After the second dream, I wasn’t so sure…

The messages seemed to be in opposition…until I realized that the two situations weren’t quite the same.

Yes, I’m being patience in the first dream—but with good reason.  Intuitively, I know I can find what I want where I am.

In the second dream, I know I can’t find what I want in that mall.  So why not keep going?

At this point, I’m reminded of what a wise man (or woman) once said: take time to stop and smell the roses.

Okay, but that vacant, ultra-modern mall doesn’t really intrigue me.  Yes, the building has the high-vaulted spaciousness of a cathedral.  But it lacks a strong sense of spirituality.

On the other hand, the emptiness does create a feeling of mystery.

And then there’s that restaurant.  I could sit down at the water’s edge, enjoy a cup of coffee, and reflect.

I guess stopping to smell the roses also means stopping when and where the roses aren’t so sweet.  They may not smell so sweet, but they’re still roses.

In the dream, I’m frustrated because I can’t find what I want.  But experience has taught me: if I don’t stop, if I keep going from place to place, searching, searching, I’ll only increase my frustration.

It was a hard lesson.  Trouble is, I still occasionally forget.  Fortunately, I have this dream to remind me.

© 2016, Michael R. Patton
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patient quest

crank wheel bbb - March 26, 2016d

A junkyard dream says I’m on a quest…

In the dream…

I’m at a place of ramshackle buildings in the country…

…a place filled with all sorts of odds and ends.

I’m working on a group project.  We’re building something and looking for a certain part to complete it.  We’ve searched through all the old junk lying around, but can’t locate the part.

So I set off down a creek bed to see what I might find.  I don’t know where the creek leads.  The bed is mostly dry, except for random pools of water.

I walk until a fallen tree blocks my path.  I see a dilapidated farmhouse beyond the tree, on the bank to my right.

I know, intuitively, that a family lives there.  I also sense they can provide what I need.  But they’re quite reclusive.  I must take great care if I’m to gain their trust.  I will be patient.

“Patience” is something I’ve worked on for years.  So I see my willingness to wait as very positive.  And there’s more good news…

I’ve left the familiar and entered the unknown.  I’m showing initiative.  Yes, I’m using a old channel, but when we’re lost aren’t we advised to follow a river or a creek?

True, no water flows through the creek bed.  But there’s several pools left and the sides of the bank are damp.  The forest is in full leaf.  There’s a richness of feeling here.  A sense of fecundity…

Yes, there’s decay—those buildings aren’t in good shape.  But what a lively atmosphere at that ramshackle complex.  In my experience, creativity isn’t a neat and tidy business.

Nonetheless, I’ll admit there’s a problem…

If that junkyard complex was a bit more organized, maybe I could locate what’s needed…

Or at least, I wouldn’t spend so much time trying to find something that’s not there.

So, how exactly does this dream relate to my waking life?  I’m not sure.  I have various projects and plans in various states of progress.  Maybe the dream refers to one of them…

…or maybe none of them.  I’m still pondering the question…

In any case, I can I take action on the negative part of the message: I can become a bit more organized.

© 2016, Michael R. Patton
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facing the face

mask face - February 15, 2016d

Two recent dreams say I’m hiding…

In the first dream…

I’m watching a rock singer as he performs onstage…

His face is hidden by his long hair, a beard, and dark glasses.

So who’s the singer?  As with most of my dream characters, he’s an aspect of myself…

I knew that and yet, I had trouble “owning” this guy.  Was I really hiding?  After all, I share my most personal creations—my dreams—online.  Dreams expose our most secret secrets.

I believe, occasionally, a dream character may represent someone other than ourselves.  So, who in my life might the singer symbolize?  I began to think of possible candidates…

But I could not escape so easily.  Within a week, another dream repeated the same basic message, though in a different setting and using a different character.  In the dream…

Don Draper stands alone in a field.  Alone—though there are others, here and there, throughout the lot.

Don Draper was the main character in the TV series, Mad Men.  A man of mystery, of hidden identity.

After this second dream, intuition finally broke through and I accepted what I knew to be true: yep, the singer is me.

So then, what do I do with this information?

Though dreams present problems, they usually don’t give us the answers.  It’s up to me to solve this problem—that is, the waking me.  I’m still working on it.  Change will come—it’ll take time.  Much time.

Yes, the dream message disappoints me…

…but a little less on second thought.

Dream messages are usually not all negative or all positive…

The singer is putting himself out there—doing his utmost to express himself.  That’s definitely positive.

© 2016, Michael R. Patton
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dishing the cockroaches

 

kafkaesque - January 8,  2016d

Another good news-bad news dream…

In the dream…

I open the door to a dishwasher machine and find a litter of cockroaches inside.

I immediately grab a vacuum cleaner and suck them all up.

I then see a group of cartoon characters.  They bunch together, as if horrified.

So, according to this dream, I’ve taken care of a problem.  Quite effectively, in fact…

But maybe the cockroaches wouldn’t be there if I ran the dishwasher more often.  When the dirty dishes just sit inside and molder, they attract such pests.  I base that analysis on waking life experience.

But what do those dream dishes symbolize?  I’m reminded of the expression “I’ve got a lot on my plate.”  We all take in so much experience.  It’s digested, without requiring our conscious effort…

However, we must still wash the dishes.  “Washing dishes” represents dealing with my past experience on a conscious level.  Sooner or later, the work must be done.

The dream tells me: if I procrastinate on this chore, I’ll only create more problems for myself.

Okay…but why are those cartoon characters in my dream?

To be honest, I haven’t really considered them.  In any case, I’ve plenty to ponder for the time being.

© 2016, Michael R. Patton

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Dreaming of the Santa Within

penguin santa 485w 2 border - December 22, 2015d

“The Night Before Christmas”, that famous poem by Clement Clarke Moore, is a dream…

Consider:

At the beginning, the narrator says he’d just settled his brain for a long Winter nap.

Yes, he soon springs from his bed.  However, he never mentions waking up…

Thus, I believe he actually dreamt the entire scenario.

So the Santa he describes is actually the Santa within himself.  An aspect of his positive shadow.

Each time we repeat that poem, the narrator’s dream becomes our dream.  We tell ourselves of our own positive shadow.  Our own generosity.

Yes, Santa is real—he’s as real as you and me.  He lives within us.  The trick is: to make him live “out there” as well.  I’m still working on it.

Happy holidays.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton

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deadly projection

flag grief - December 3, 2015d

Another mass killing in the U.S. brings to mind many dreams I’ve had over the years…

…dreams in which I’ve dealt with terrorists, with shooters, with thugs.

I now realize those killers exist within me.  Even if the dream killer is someone I know, it still is me.  That killer is part of my shadow.

I bristle when someone acts as if dream work is airy new-age touchy-feeling nonsense.  It’s serious business.  If I’m unaware of the negative shadow within me, I may project that shadow out there—onto “the other”: that store clerk, that couple…

…White people, Black people, the community, the employer, the post office, the government…

I can project that shadow onto anyone, any group.

When that happens, I will see them as the source of my problems, the source of my pain.  They become the killer in my dream who’s out to get me.  In order to eliminate that threat, I may go so far as to try to eliminate them…

…and in that way, create another sad headline that leaves people asking “why?”.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton

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