Friends in High Places

John: So here we have an ominous scenario of me being basically trapped on the bank of a river (see Take Me to the River) and the person who’s in charge of wiping me out, along with all the other aspects of me in the dream, is telling me I have no chance to escape or survive. The side of the river I’m on represents my lower self, and the far side with the helicopter, and where the “exterminator” has come from, is my higher self.

On the bright side, during the unfolding of the scene, I do maintain a focused attention on what is happening, i.e., I’m evaluating the distances to different potential hiding places and I’m trying to delay the exterminator from giving the signal. I’m not panicking, which is important in terms of what the dream is relating. It shows an innate faith that I will be able to sort out all my lower-self problems, the kinds that would doom most people in this situation (i.e., no one has survived before).

I’m also fortunate that I have a link to the other side in that the exterminator is communicating with me. He’s also showing a certain care and regard toward me, even though he offers no hope. The dream is also showing that I’m not giving the higher part of myself the same care and regard.

In other words, I’m paying more attention to my lower self. Then, when I suddenly see the other side of the river it is a shock to me – I hadn’t noticed it. But later in the dream I am reminded that I did have a relationship with my higher self, represented by the vehicle I left behind.

I had forgotten about the vehicle because, technically, my actions toward it had been a letting go. That enabled something else to come and deal with the vehicle and make the most out of such a wreck (the $30 payments).

Once I’m informed of this windfall, a twinge of my old self came up and just wanted to grab what had been left behind. It’s the same kind of twinge that had me thinking I could stop at the small stand of trees before I realized that option was hopeless.

So I took the dash across to the building, which opened its doors to me. It shows I am glad to be in service to my higher self.

In the end, it’s the old vehicle that I left behind years ago – as a gesture to my higher self – that makes the difference. This linkage enables me to forget (as a distant memory) a condition of my lower self, the way I used to be, which is a state from which no one ever survives.

So this dream seems to say that our lower selves don’t necessarily doom us. Technically, I believe, that we don’t want to totally obliterate the lower self. In other words, you can’t just kill it off and be left in a transcendent place. I believe that you hold continuity to the lower self, from your higher-self side.

At that point, anything that has to do with the lower self is going to be like a faint echo, because one is so much into the vibration, and the freedom, of the higher. It’s a place that can’t quite relate with the lower, yet the connection isn’t completely severed. In that sense, we can be of the world, yet not take it so personally, as the lower self does.

So a dream that, at first glance, seemed like a scary nightmare, actually shows the happy ending of making that reconnection to the higher self.

Take Me to the River

John: I’m at one side of a big river with a number of other people. They are all lost, just like me (i.e., they are all different aspects of me that are lost). I don’t really remember who they are or anything, they are just little components, lost like me within a state of delirium. We’re all on foot.

On the other side of the river is a man who seems to act in a friendly way, but he is actually the exterminator. He owns an attack helicopter that his accomplice operates. He has these set-ups where people are on the other side like I am, and at some particular point, he, being the exterminator, gives the nod to his accomplice, who takes this helicopter across the river and wipes everybody out.

So this man has come over to my side, and he’s telling me that his partner will be dropping his bombs on us pretty shortly and that we’ll all be killed. We’re told exactly what is involved with the assault and that it’s unlikely anyone will survive. He can say this because, in the past, no one has made it. So he’s actually being fairly sporting about the whole thing, sharing our fate primarily with me because the other parts of me, you know, just get kind of shocked and dissipate off to one side.

Meanwhile, of course, I’m looking around. I’m thinking that we have come up with the best plan for the inevitable. An open field extends out from the river, but if I can get across the open field, there are some trees in the distance that I could possibly hide among. He notices that I glance across toward the trees, and mentions that no one has ever made it across, or even come close, without getting wiped out. Being in the open field makes us an easy target.

As we walk along, I keep talking, trying to get as many details as possible about what’s going to happen, and also to distract him from giving the signal to his helicopter pilot. The exterminator seems glad that I’m interested and is more than happy to share with me the whole direness of our ultimate doom. But the point comes when enough is enough and it’s time for him to go.

I know at that moment the accomplice will be contacted and we’ll be wiped out one by one. Everyone else has scattered along the shoreline trying to survive. As soon as the man turns his back and disappears through some shrubs, I take off running further up the shoreline.

I find a little larger stand of trees that I can hide in that might give me some chance, but then I realize that he has emphasized that no one gets away. Just after these few trees there is a huge open area again, yet in the distance there are buildings that seem familiar.

It’s a series of warehouse buildings that look abandoned and should be all locked up, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the moment. I just knew that if I ran to them as fast as I could that there would be an open door. I just had this premonition.

I’m surprised at how fast I’m able to run without getting tired. As soon as I reach the buildings, two women, who were inside, just happen to open a double door and I go inside. These two women have a store that’s deep inside and is probably (after having looked at the corridors) on the other side of the river (the other side of the river is actually the higher self, from which the exterminator comes).

I can’t go outside to get my bearings, I’m just suddenly at this storefront. One of the women tells me that she sold a vehicle I had abandoned the last time I was there. She said they were getting $30 a month for it. This didn’t seem like much to me, but at least it was something. The vehicle was a junker and wasn’t worth anyone’s time to restore; that’s why I abandoned it.

It turns out that it wasn’t my vehicle, but a friend of mine’s who had put it in my care. I realize that I was either gone too long, or that I gave the impression that the vehicle was abandoned. For a split second, I consider making a claim to the $30 per month, but they had done all the work. Then I realize that I had already let go of the vehicle, and to reclaim it (to go backward) would be unacceptable behavior.

Tomorrow, we’ll explore what it means to be threatened with attack by your higher self!