A recent dream demonstrates the value of ants…
In the dream…
I’m walking alone through a land of drought. A layer of dust, at least a foot thick, covers the barren ground.
Fortunately, I have a trail to follow—a narrow indention in the dust created by ants as they went to and fro, performing their chores.
My first question was: who or what are those ants? Maybe they represent the many people working tirelessly in the shadows. As long as I follow the path they’ve made, I won’t get bogged down in the foggy dust of our world, our life, our culture.
I like that message. But I usually look at dreams differently—as if every person or creature symbolizes an aspect within me.
So maybe those ants represent work I’m doing on an inner level—usually unseen.
I don’t know…I’m confused now.
But why fret about meaning of those ants? After all, they’re not a problem. They’re helping, not hurting. Their path leads me out of the desert…
At the end of the dream, I’m heading toward the downtown area of a large city.
So, I’ve gone from a place of isolation and scarcity to place of activity, abundance, and new experience.
A positive ending. But perhaps not completely positive. After all, that city looks somewhat cold and gray.
When I go into a dream, the message I discover is usually a mix of good news and bad. But that makes sense, doesn’t it? After all, dreams are pictures of our waking life.
© 2019, Michael R. Patton
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