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Many dreams make some sort of logical sense in and of
themselves. Sometimes, they can even seem so real that the dreamer wonders if
they are intended to be taken literally. Then there are others that are little
more than nonsense from beginning to end.
In both extremes it is a mistake to try to understand them
from the perspective of logic. However, if one takes the trouble to “translate”
their imagery from metaphor to common language, both kinds of dreams can have
important messages to impart.
This week, we’re going to work on a dream that was illogical
and baffling to the dreamer. You will soon see why:
A weird dream
I don’t quite know how
to describe what I was looking at except to compare it to two king-sized beds
placed side by side so that they are touching. That’s about the size of the
area I was looking at. It was a horizontal plane—like the surface of a huge bed,
and it was about the height of a typical bed—maybe slightly above the knee. It
was also white—a smooth white surface. But on this surface were numerous white
jagged shapes. They looked as if they had been cut out of foam board, and they
were placed vertically all over this smooth surface—like dozens of miniature mountain
peaks, about a foot to 18 inches high. Somehow you could read them and
interpret them.
Although I couldn’t
really see anyone, I had the sense that I was looking at this object while
attending a really important gathering with lots of other people who were also
looking at this object.
There was a guy there
whose job it was to “read” and interpret the jagged peaks and say his
interpretation out loud while he was doing it. But instead of saying anything
that you could understand, he was uttering guttural, throaty sounds as his eyes
scanned all these peaks. He made really animal, non-human sounds until he got
to the last three peaks. That’s when he said, three times in a row, “Tee-yorn,
tee-yorn, tee-yorn.”
Everyone was shocked.
They knew he had made a mess of things. And at that point, a man emerged from
under this structure—as if he had been lying under a bed. I knew that he was
the mayor. And what was striking was that he was heavy-set, and was wearing
nice, grey clothes—not white like the rest of the scene. He brushed himself
off, and simply left the room. Then he returned, and two more men—tall and
skinny—also emerged from under the structure. The three of them seemed to have
a working relationship. They shook their heads in disgust and disbelief, and
they all left the room.
Initial examination
of the dream
Wow! What does one make of such nonsense? At least there is
some sort of a loose plot, and there are distinct images. The idea of reading a
secret code is not so farfetched. And a mayor implies authority. So, again,
when one pulls away from the literal imagery of the dream and looks at the
images as metaphoric communications, things seem less bizarre. Stay tuned!
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