Of Feet & Buses

smell the catnip - April 27, 2013d
 

Again, my dreams seem to give me conflicting information…

Two weeks ago, in a dream, I missed a city bus and had to find my way alone (see previous post)…

But then this week…

I’ve walked all the way through downtown, but haven’t been able to find a bus.  I’m feeling disappointed…

There’s nowhere left to go.  I’ve reached a concrete barrier.  The ocean lies beyond.

So I double-back.  To my surprise, I soon stumble upon a long, modern bus parked at the curb.

The friendly driver tells me that it’s a postal bus.  But I’m welcome to come along if I want…

I think “why not?” and step on-board.

Perhaps I was too eager to hop-on…too eager to take a free ride…

But I didn’t have anything else to do…the driver was helpful… the bus was comfortable…So why not?

This dream reflects a particular pattern in my life…

When I go hunting for something, what I want often eludes me—no matter how hard I try.

Then, when I back off, it lands in my lap.

So then, should I just be receptive?  Should I just hang around and wait?

No, I don’t think so.  After all, if I hadn’t gone a-hunting, I wouldn’t have happened upon the postal bus.

However, I made myself miserable by being so focused on finding a bus.  Perhaps that’s the key message here…

It’s good to be focused, to be determined in my pursuits…

…but not so much that I drain all enjoyment from life.

So, I’ve learned something important from the dream.  The problem is: this dream seems to contradict the earlier one.

In the earlier dream, because I missed the bus, I had to find my own way.  I had to be self-reliant.  I had to be my own guide.

In the second dream, I’m going to rely on the bus, on the driver.

Maybe that’s a mistake.

On the other hand, not every life situation is the same…

Sometimes, I need to go it alone—to be my own guide…

Other times, I need to sit back, accept what is given, and see where it takes me.

Besides, if I keep walking along that country road, I may likely come upon a bus, and if I’m tired, I may likely hop on…

Furthermore, sooner or later, I’ll have to get off that postal bus and continue walking.

These two dreams tell me: sometimes, I need to use my feet…and sometimes, I need to use a bus.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
picturing metaphor

About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and storyteller...A new mythologist, a peace miller, a dream worker...I don't qualify as an illustrator or photographer--I just "make pictures"...I have thirteen books available at amazon... I currently reside in northwest Arkansas, but have lived and worked all over the United States... I'm self-taught, for the most part--which is like searching for the right door in the dark. It's an on-going process.... I don't want to write MY story, I want OUR story, so that's what I'm studying: the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects--including the spiritual. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl.... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.... After frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own, beginning with e-books, with plans to move into print and audio. Even video.... Along with a second novel, I've now published eight books of poetry. Each poetry book focuses on a theme. For instance, the collection GLORIOUS TEDIOUS TRANSFORMATION is about the slow difficult wonderful process of change.... In that book, as with all my work, I try to be accessible to a general audience, while also striving to achieve a certain literary quality.
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