Occasionally, I’ll stop myself from interpreting a dream…
For example, I didn’t want to interpret this recent dream:
On one side of a narrow highway, I see a small white farmhouse. A man lives here with his wife and child.
Behind the farmhouse lies a rocky coastline and the ocean.
But my attention is drawn to what dominates the scene on the other side of the road…
A stone cliff rises up—it’s a hundred feet high or more. Atop the cliff sits a massive, well-shaped boulder. From its lofty perspective, it looks out, towards the ocean.
That boulder has a presence all its own. A strength. It’s indomitable.
Though I wondered about that rock with its great profile…
…I resisted the temptation to try to interpret its meaning—I feared I might spoil the mystery.
But I guess, in a way, I did interpret it, to a degree…
I found its meaning by trying to describe it adequately.
That stone is about strength. Endurance. A higher perspective built on a solid foundation.
If such a thing is in my dream….
…it must be a part of me—hard as that is for me to believe.
Of course, that little man in his little house is also a part of me. My small mundane existence still goes on, down below.
That’s all good to know; nonetheless, for the time being, I don’t plan to go any further with this dream.
However, I know the dream will stay with me—its great peaceful mystery with stay with me…
So perhaps, in a month, or a year, or even ten years from now, I may come to its deeper meanings—a deeper understanding of the whole beautiful scenario.
© 2013, Michael R. Patton
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