According to a recent dream, I’m seeing Fonda and feeling the fight.
In the dream…
I’m staring at the actor Peter Fonda. He stands right in front of me. We stare at each other.
Then I’m looking skyward, to the clouds. I can feel a mass of men struggling, fighting against one another just a few feet away. The closest comparison would be a rugby scrum, except in this case, it’s every man for himself.
I get a feeling of intense, maddened, brutish male-energy from the fight.
When I was in my early twenties, a therapist said Henry Fonda would be the one to play me in a movie. That’s because he was always so sincere in his roles.
But according to this dream, a better choice might be his son.
Like his father, Peter Fonda projects sincerity as an actor. Likewise, his characters are often idealistic. But they’re also darker, angrier, more rebellious.
In the dream, I’m facing Fonda. So I’m not afraid to look at this personal aspect…
Nor do I run from the fight—though it disturbs me. I choose not to watch, because I don’t think I can stop those guys. Instead, I’ve decided to direct my attention to higher things.
However, those fellows are all a part of me. So I can end the fight. But I must do more than feel it. I’ve got to look at it. I need to examine it in order to understand it. Feeling is important, but I must also use my intellect.
If I can resolve the battle, I can free up all that powerful energy. Then I can channel it in constructive ways.
And if I don’t resolve it, my rebellion will be driven by my own inner conflict—not by my idealism.
Recently, I worried that I was thinking too much and not feeling enough. Once again, a dream has come to correct a waking belief.
© 2016, Michael R. Patton
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