A recent dream tells me to wake up…
In the dream…
I’ve just arrived in a busy Russian city, via an underground train.
I wander around downtown, then enter the lobby of a church.
Suddenly I realize I left my small backpack on the train. I know I probably won’t get it back—I’ve probably lost my passport. I’m shocked. What can I do?
I peek into the main area of the church. Some men pass by, carrying what might be a small casket—or some type of tabernacle.
I head back to the street. I don’t even know where I can stay.
This dream—this calm nightmare—is clearly saying: pay attention!
While on the train, I could let my attention drift. Ironically, though I’ve been in a passive position, I’ve actually made much progress. While stationary, I have traversed great distances.
The dream uses a pun: I’ve been “in training”.
But unfortunately, though I knew the journey would eventually end, I didn’t prepare for the change. I’m not ready for this new environment of activity. So it seems to come at me in a rush. Another pun: Russia is rushing at me.
Because I’m in a daze, I lose my passport—some sense of identity. And so, this new place feels even more foreign and uncertain.
I hurt myself in another way as well…
I don’t try to make contact with anyone. Thus, the feeling of being disconnected from my surroundings is heightened. I’m still too much inside myself.
So how does this scenario apply to my waking life? It doesn’t. At least, not yet. I think the dream is a warning.
I still have questions about this scenario. I may never know if that box was a casket or a tabernacle—or a combination of both. But that’s okay—I’ve already gathered a very important message from my Russia dream.
© 2017, Michael R. Patton
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