back on my feet

When I see a friend in a dream, am I dreaming about him or am I dreaming about me?

Consider this recent dream…

I kneel before “G” as she lies in bed.  I’m distraught, confused—I can see my friend is near death.

Her body is misshapen—oddly flattened.  White pancake makeup creates a mask on her face.

I try to adjust the little shoes on her feet.  But I can’t quite get them to fit—her feet are nothing but knobs now.

Sometimes when I’ve dreamt about friends, the dream has solely been about them.  But such cases are very rare.  Most of the time, when a friend appears in a dream, my dreaming mind is using him as a symbol.  He represents some aspect of myself…

And so it was with this dream.

The dream isn’t foretelling the death of my friend.  Of that I’m certain, because she died a few years ago.

No, the dream is about the death of some aspect of my self.

But what part?  What does G represent in the dream?

A whole range of associations come up when I think of her…

But we didn’t connect through her dogs or her tango dancing.  Our common interest was dreams.  The inner life.

A confession: I haven’t given much attention to my dreams lately…I’ve remembered a few…but haven’t gone into them.

So apparently, this dream is commenting on my lack of attention to my dreams.   Ironic, yes.

The dream says: you’ve hobbled a part of your self.  You’re losing something very dear.

But I can get back what I’ve lost…

Past dreams have taught me: though an aspect may be buried, it never really dies.  This aspect can be revived.  That which is out of shape can be put back into shape.

Yes, the dream made its case in an overly dramatic fashion.  But the drama worked, right?  It got my attention.

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© 2017, Michael R. Patton

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About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and fabulist...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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