Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you. (Norman)
I awoke this morning to find myself staring into two glowing amber eyes, and the memory of a huge boulder beneath my feet. And as Pickles-kitty anxiously patted my face, I remembered my dream of having wandered too far out onto the rocky edge of a cliff, with no way down and no way back. And feeling the huge flat boulder to which I was clinging give way — and as I clung to empty air, I felt the huge boulder gently soar over my head and somehow slide under my feet, anchoring me solidly. Reminded me of that Chippewa quote I love so much: I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried by great wings across the sky.”
Dreams mean a lot to me, and they figured largely in my clinical practice for forty years. There are lotsa different dream theories, but the one that makes the most sense to me is that our unconscious mental processes work pretty much the same way the remainder of our body functioning does, working to bring us into a healthy balance. If that’s a good working premise, then dreams are compensatory in nature, functioning as a balance to a conscious, waking attitude that might be too one-sided. In this case, I have been feeling a little insecure lately, and the dream gave me a lovely experience of “solidity,” of being held.
As a result, I do feel more “up” this day, and a reassured Pickles is heading for her food dish. Interesting how our animal companions pick up on what is going on with us, isn’t it?
I could go on and on about dreams, but I’ll spare you. But you can always ask! I’d love to respond.