People Attending A Concert: Post #3

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We’re looking at a dream about attending a concert. We have restated the dream in its metaphoric version, and it is now clear what kind of a choice the dreamer is facing.

Reconstructed dream

In me, there’s a place I go to repose, renew and replenish myself. It’s a place where new life is conceived and love is expressed. I’m on the upper level. When I Look out, I see further. I didn’t recognize it, but I‘m in a place that belongs to the part of me that gave me life and nurtured me through my growing years. We’ve had our conflicts, but basically, there is a loving relationship between us, even if it’s abrasive. Where I’m residing right now, there is a structure high up that you can walk out onto to see further while experiencing more of a sense of nature. I see a small community in me, not overwhelming in size. There is a sense that I can belong and make a difference. I’m observing the residents in me, the ones who make up my population. We’re single minded.

There’s going to be a special occasion in me; a sense of excitement and anticipation. There will be beautiful sounds that can transport me in my emotions and spirit. This will be hosted by those in me who have taken on special responsibilities in a public, all-encompassing way. These parts of me are on the front lines of my attention. Together, we’ll do something that will leave an impression and be beautiful; of the highest level of consciousness. It’s vital that I attend. It would be a travesty if I missed it.

Now I hear another part of me. These days I have compassion for it. Its job is difficult, trying to balance so many disparate issues and desires and demands. But there were times when I was extremely angry. I’m aware of a part of me that’s oppressive. It’s where all the mundane things are done—all the typical female jobs done by rote and have no sense of satisfaction associated with them. This part wants me. It’s more than a request. It’s practically a demand, and I resent it. It’s trying to make me feel guilty. Its priority is that I do all of this drudgery work. It reminds me of the way I used to be long ago.

Now, I’m with another part of me that has always been staunchly supportive of me, even when it didn’t really understand what I was doing. This part of me gives me a power color, and it’s like a chakra on my feet—where I need power to go places. I don’t have to answer to the oppressive part of me. I can go past the parts of me that do what they’re told without thinking; start, stop, plug in, unplug.

I join the part of me that’s the community. It’s quiet, no pollution, no fear of being run over. Together we turn in a sudden new direction; a direction to my dominant side.

Some observations

This seems like a choice between and older—rote—way of living, and a newer, more-vital one.

Tomorrow, we’ll ask for the dreamer’s thoughts!