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
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