lyrics from my own band, The Violet Dawning [redemption]
I slept too much – I had too much to dream, as the song says.
The last series of dreams I remembered involved looking for a place to live, in a house that was huge and rather run down, still filled with the debris of previous tenants. The landlord was trying to sell us on the place, and though I was encouraged by the size and interestingness of the place, I was pretty put off by the relative decay. We left there – and I should mention that I never was shown who the other person was, although I assume it was Rob – and we started walking to a seaside community, one that could only be reached by walking across a very shallow bay. The water was cool, I remember.
The community was one of those isolated throwback types, where the shops were all quaint, and probably all closed by 8pm. There was a college there, but it was also very quaint, and the whole place felt dislodged out of time.
I would have liked to have explored it more, but I was suddenly and rather alarmingly awoke by my mother’s voice, clear as day, speaking my name.
“Chris.”
I woke up, and of course I was in my bed, next to my husband, a nine hour drive from my Mom.
I don’t have a sense of foreboding, exactly, but I’m definitely a touch weirded out by it. I’ve had things like this happen before, odd communications or messages that signal actual events, but what it could be in regards to my Mom… I don’t know. I just thought that writing this down would be a good thing to do, because premonitions and signs should be documented.
I wonder what today’s sleep will bring?
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1 Gina - RoseThistleArtworks // Jun 14, 2008 at 2:47 am
That sounds like such a deep dream. From my objective viewpoint I was wondering if it might mean some of the following?
You totally ROCK with your honesty. That takes a lot of (many times unheralded) courage.
Perhaps . . . your dream is a metaphor for the new xiane you are building to live in. It’s like you’re looking into the nooks and crannies and finding long lost parts of yourself, some parts forlorn or ignored and needing some attention, but within a supportive, encouraging environment? And the hugeness of the house represents the freedom and expansion you are sensing with your projected new self. Now that you are doing the Artist’s Way? It’s like the realtor (author of Artist’s Way) represents this new program, while you have a “critical eye” looking at the project in its fullness. Your mom’s voice is waking you up to embrace you and your feminine inner self that she has encouraged in your past-that little girl inside you, full of unstifled creativity, unaware and unbothered by judgements of others, just “being”.
Dreams can amazingly encapsulate exactly what is going on in our lives even when we haven’t fully formed the conscious thoughts. While suggestions may help, it’s really up to the dreamer to interpret and trust their gut on what feels right about it. This is just my impression.
You’re doing such gut wrenching work to find your true self. To me, that’s the most important “work” we can all do in life. Way to go!
Gina
2 But sometimes it’s hard To know if I’m doing it right. // Jun 14, 2008 at 6:52 am
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