I had this odd dream last night...
And those can be the opening words for a few hundred posts, if my estimate is correct. I think that in these days we're all having some very strange and symbolic dreams. Dreams are a manifestation of our subconscious knowledge and wisdom, at a time when our turbulent brain is literally dormant. And lately, I've started remembering all of them after waking up.
All feature either an aspect of myself or a familiar feeling energy. So here's the one from last night, hopefully someone else will find it enlightening as well.
(I call this one 'the vampire')
As I fall asleep in the real world, I wake up in my dream. Looking out the window, I hear a roaring sound and see an old jetplane (a vampyre, I'm sure aviation enthusiasts will know the model I'm talking about) crash down not too far from my front garden. Even though the plane itself is wrecked, and neighbors are already gathering around it in curiosity, I stand back and hear to my horror that the engine is still running. Before I could utter a warning, the engine breaks loose and goes on a rampage through the neighborhood, doing great damage. I stand there, impassively, aware of all the damage and destruction, but not moving from my spot even though that engine is coming right for me. Before it reaches me, however, it changed course and continues on its destructive path. Moments later, a group of neighbors succeed in bringing the beast to a halt and bring it, whilst still running, to me. Even though it is still on and trying to break free, burning all behind it and threatening all in front of it, these neighbors have no trouble carrying the engine to me and asking 'Do you know how to stop this?'. Looking down, I don't see an engine, but only the moving parts of the thing that keep it going. Without speaking, I reach out one hand and remove a single part. The engine falls silent.
The dream skips to a new sequence here, I'm relaxing in a hot bath. All is calm and serene around me, but above my head flits a small bat. I remember finding it odd, since it seems to be in different definition than my dream, but the bat assures me that it is supposed to be there, and has always been there. Just as I relax again, it swoops down and bites the fingers of my left hand. This is painful and annoying, and I look at it in disbelief. Again, it says, it is supposed to be there and has always been there, and I've never minded before. Since it doesn't seem to be wounding me, and thinking suddenly that everything in life deserves to be, I ignore the blatant fact that it's a vampire bat and continue on with my dream day. Every so often, the bat swoops in to bite my fingers, and more and more my patience with it thins. At this point, I once again run across the familiar energy I've described before, this time in the guise of a young boy. I look at him and realize I'm looking at a boy that looks remarkably like me when I was young. He starts asking questions, about life, society, civilization, in the frank and honest way only children can. From time to time I ponder using the phrase 'that's how grown ups do it' but I also remember I hated that phrase when I was young, and it still doesn't make sense to me now. In short, this child is challenging me to rethink what I thought was a given. As if on cue, the bat swoops down again, but this time it's not coming for me. It bites the hand of the child, and draws blood. The boy is shocked and obviously in pain, and I remember losing my temper then and there. That bat had no reason being in my dream, it served no purpose, and was obviously a danger to myself and others. With a simple thought, and a lash of my hand, I disintegrated it.
That's when I woke up.
As I type this, I can see so many symbols, and I'll ponder on the lesson while at work today.
By all means, let me hear your insights, your own dreams... they are there to teach us, so by all means let us share the lesson.