I’m in a desert…
…according to this recent dream:
I’m standing in a broad expanse of desert sand, without a tree or a sprig of grass in sight.
Suddenly, I drop down through a sink hole.
Now, I’m in an underground chamber. A number of tunnels branch from this room.
Where I should go? How can I get out? I’m scared. I feel trapped.
While pondering this dream, I realized I shouldn’t feel trapped…
After all, I had many choices—too many for comfort. One of those tunnels could lead to an oasis. But which one? Maybe they all lead home. I just need to commit…
On the other hand, I might walk on and on and on, without ever finding anything.
Well, in any case, it’s an adventure. Isn’t that what I want in life? Yes, it’s scary predicament, but also exciting.
Does the desert of this dream represent a desert within? Perhaps. However, I do often bemoan the desert of my culture.
Whatever the case may be, I’ve gone within—I’ve gone below—into the unconscious. Maybe I’ve found a labyrinth. If so, through trial and error, I can work my way to the core.
Like so many other dreams, this dream tells me: our ordinary lives are so much more than we know.
© 2015, Michael R. Patton
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