Once more, my dream world speaks of a human dilemma.
Or, at least, this human’s dilemma.
In a recent dream…
…I’m paddling about a broad pool of water, just beneath the spillage of a small dam.
A friend goes into the wood beyond the dam, so I’m all alone.
I’m able to keep afloat by holding onto a block of wood. So I can relax.
But I realize that, at any moment, people may come and destroy my peaceful solitude. That thought brings up ambivalent feelings.
As in this dream, so in waking life: what would be a perfect scene is weighed by thoughts of what might happen.
But would the arrival of people be so bad? Depends on the people, I guess. This setting is so quiet. Ironically, those who come to such a place often show little respect for what makes it special.
Don’t get me wrong—though I value my solitude, I love people. I can be as social as a honey bee. I like conversing with strangers and even friends. I want to know how the rest of the world lives…
And yet, solitude can be so sweet. So what’s the answer?
First of all, I shouldn’t ruin the moment by worrying about what doesn’t yet exist. Anticipation can be such a burden. I already know that, and yet, it’s good to be reminded, because I often forget. Awareness is key. That’s the main reason I follow my dreams.
As for the conflict of seeking solitude versus being more socialable…
…I know I need to create a better balance. But I also realize that balance is not a static state. We all work to maintain balance in various areas of life. Sometimes I may tilt a little too far one way…
…then pull myself back the other way—though in doing so, I often go too far in the other direction.
A year ago, I might have looked upon such a dream problem as something to be solved, resolved, satisfied. Now I look on it as something that is part of the human condition—a dilemma shared by many. A problem to be worked on, sure. But a situation that I may never resolve completely.