The joys of dreaming. The other night I had a dream:
I adopted an orange cat. A woman said that the cat would cause me pain. I said ok. Thought great, not what I want, but I'm not going to get rid of the cat. I will just prepare about be aware about it. Thought that the cat might get out of the house, and hit by a truck or car. That the pain would be about the cat dying/getting hurt. Then I told AJ that we needed to get a house for the cat as we were in the States.
So we decided to buy a house in the States, even though we would still live in Ontario/Canada. I thought we need a person to come in a look after the cat when we weren't there, Found a woman to do this. Then I thought I need to find a dog walker. I realized after I hired the dog walker, that I had two women, and the other one could have done the walking too. But both said they were find with each other, and it was good.
AJ and I found a house, the front of the house had stairs going up. The brick was crumbly but the structure was fine. It was on a semi-busy street. When we went to the front door, there was an old man sitting by the door. He had a metal and glass ornament - big - which got knocked over. The old man said that over on the other street was where the low rent housing / welfare housing was. I could see the street which ours T'd to. Our street had trees on it. The other had housing/townhouses on it.
I said I was going to bring the ornament to the backyard, picked it up and went to the back of the house. WOW. I got to the backyard, and stood there in awe. It was amazingly peaceful and quiet. No noise from the front came to the back. It was so beautiful. Large old trees, green grass, shade, in the right hand corner of the lot was a flowering tree, like a magonila tree with big beautiful pink flowers, some of the petals were on the ground already. There was a hedge in the back that I went to look at. Between the hedges was a pathway that went to the yard of the other house behind us. It was a wide, unused path.
At first I thought, oh, I'm going to have to put up a gate/fence here as they must have gone back and forth with the previous owners. Then I thought, no, wait, I'll meet them first and see. I didn't want to put up a fence. I went to the path, walked between the hedges, and looked into the backyard of the other people. The sun shone down there, the back of their house had a glassed in porch, they yard was neat and clean. The house was ranch style.
I woke.
I thought about that dream during the day.
Breaking it down:
Cat/pain - Those I love can/will cause me pain, but loving them, caring about them is still worth that pain.
States - being in a place that is foreign / uncomfortable, and yet making a space in it to be at home in it.
The women - find, asking for support/help, even if I go to more then one person.
Crumbly front - What I put out to others / what I see or what they see in me
Stairs - climbing higher
Old man - wisdom / insight / awareness / being told or guided to what is around me.
Streets - Busyness in front of me, but that leads to others\
Welfare houses/street - we are all connected, society, others and differences.
Metal and glass Ornament - ? not sure but I know it means something, same as knocking it over and it not breaking - could it be financial?
Backyard - Spiritual / deep inside me, the peace and beauty of self. There are no words that I can express as to what that feeling was that I felt when I walked / stood in the backyard. I can't even get that feeling back. It was so beautiful and amazing.
Hedge - boundaries
Open path - connections with others
Gate/fence - holding back/walling off BUT then not doing this as I was willing to leave it - realizing I could connect with others of like mind.
Other house/yard - looking beyond, self, where I am, expanding, learning/seeing what else there is.
I'm sure there was / is more symbolism in that dream. But this is what I got at the moment.
Thought it was an interesting dream. And thought - finally a dream with some insight and direction. More then just a dream. Yeah!!!!
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