Some dreams make me feel like a bit of a fool. This is one of those dreams:
I’m back in New Orleans, standing in the dirt yard of an old gray farmhouse.
I don’t know what to do. I consider some possibilities—such as going to a coffee house—but none of my ideas really grab me. Should I even stay here?
Then, while I’m still standing there, confused, a wooden crate filled with ducks appears at my feet. I have to find a place where I can release these ducks. That’s my job. I realize I may have to transport them a long distance. But where? I don’t know. In any case, I’d better start looking now.
So I lift the crate. But it’s old and rotten and comes apart. The ducks just stand on the base for a moment. Then, before I can think to act, they all waddle off.
This dream tells me that, confused though I may be, lost though I may feel…
…if I just wait, an answer will come to me.
What I needed in the dream was a purpose. If wasn’t enough to just hang out. I wanted more. I couldn’t just “be”. I had to have a better reason for staying there. I hate to use this worn-out and often abused word, but you could say the dream was “existential”.
But though I felt foolish in the dream, when presented with a solution to my dilemma, I acted. And though I didn’t know where I was going, I trusted that I’d get there eventually.
So, overall, I’m encouraged by my performance in this dream, this mirror of my waking life.
…the dream also shows me that I may miss the simple solution. Perhaps the simple solution is just too simple for me. Perhaps I feel there is no accomplishment without hardship.
On the other hand, I’m still able to accept the solution—I don’t go running after those ducks.
Yes, the scenario was resolved, but perhaps no dream is really ever complete. If the dream had continued, I would again have had to face the problem: “Now what do I do?”
Maybe just “be”. Maybe.