Feeling Stranded

Explosion of imaginationIt’s very interesting to look at the dream imagery here and then contemplate the analysis. The character of John in the dream feels restless and walks away from where he is waiting for a ride somewhere. How often do we turn away from the moment we are in to soothe some personal need, desire or mannerism? And how often does it disconnect us from what is going on? We can see clearly how the beauty of life can be lost to us when we succumb to our personal peccadillos. (At the end of this post there are instructions and a link to download this recording to your computer.)

John: There is a certain mannerism that I carry that gets in-between this whole process, in other words, that can cause me to dip in and out of the reality of having stepped through a door, so to speak, and then coming back to the senses of the physical. And that’s what this dream kind of talks about.

Because I’m having to wait for my ride to take me away from the place I’m at, in which it’s like a place of study or something – there are other students – and some other student has the vehicle, and that student has something that they have to fiddle with and is not ready to leave. So I take a walk.

I’m ready to go, but feel I’m kind of put out if I just wait, so I just decide that rather than wait, which is kind of like to me wasting time, I’ll take a walk. First of all I end up at a place where I can’t seem to get my pants on right or something, and then that progresses to a place where there used to be a hot springs there.

And it’s actually a very historical spot and has this red clay natural wonder. This red clay slopes out, and then there’s the spring area that makes it really kosher as an oasis, and then the red clay extends out from that.

Well, man has come along over time and has been messing with the red clay, has been rearranging it, and taking it away because, for some reason, he has a concept of something better. And in the process, of course, whatever concept he has the hot springs no longer exist either. It’s just a pool of water that he has made even harder to contend and deal with because you have to go from one side of it to the other side, from one portion of the natural clay wonder to the other, what little there is left, and there’s no hot springs, there’s no nothing.

The area where he disturbed it isn’t even deep enough to be able to properly swim in as a pool even – so it’s no longer a hot springs center. The flow’s been plugged. Everything is controlled. I need to cross from the side that I’m at, the clay portion where I’m at, to the other side because I know that I have to get to that other side in order to get back to where I belong that’s on the way back to where I can catch this ride.

And I don’t have a way to contact the person who’s giving me the ride, and I have this belief or figure that because they compelled me to have to wait for them, it is now their turn to wait for me. But there’s a problem with this way of thinking, in terms of an adab, because at least they use modern technology to stay in touch with themselves, like a cellphone or something. All I’m using is I think I can gauge this by feel: that I’ll get back in time. They’ll have to wait a little bit because obviously I can’t gauge it perfect, but it won’t be such a degree that it will put them out to the point that I won’t get back in time, so that they won’t be having to leave without me or something strange like that.

But now all of a sudden I have a problem. I’m now realizing that no one knows where I’m at, figured I’d get back in time, but that’s a problem now because I need to immediately be heading back to where I belong. I mean I could sense inside of myself that the jig is up. And I’m not able to do that in a timely manner because to do that I would have to cross this area which man has disturbed, that used to be a natural wonder in its day, and now there are all these rules, regulations, and controls that are the established protocol that are being perpetuated.

So eventually I realize enough is enough in terms of abiding by such manmade carryings on that project these rules, guidelines, and protocols that are intended to be for the general good but, as I look around, all I see is how the natural wonder of the place has lost its meaningfulness to the point that getting back to where things need to be in a timely manner has gotten lost.

So a frustration sets in. I reach the point where I can’t take it anymore, whether the powers that be at this place like it or not, I have to leave from here and get back to where I belong. In other words, I had been sitting there waiting for them to be able to give me the green light to go; doing this just places me deeper and deeper into a conundrum.

So, because I have to get across this waterway, and maybe there was a boat or something that would have helped me if I’d have waited, I can’t wait so I take off my pants and cross the waterway to what is left of the clay monument wonder on the other side.

From there even though I suddenly realize that I no longer know anymore how to get back from there. It’s kind of in the right direction, but then how do you proceed? All I could do is hope that I’ll just start walking, keep walking, and it will all somehow come back to me. I do not have any other option anymore. I have stayed here too long and am in desperate need to get back. My waywardness has gotten to a point that I am now confused as to how to take the next step.

The main part of this dream is the sensation. The main issue in the dream at every phase is my inability to be still. Only when I am at ease with myself am I able to be in touch with a natural flow. My restlessness carries me away on a tangent.

Nothing I experience when astir like this does anything for me. The disturbed anxiety I carry inside seems to be projected wherever I go, so much so that the natural beauty and wonder of creation has lost its incredibleness as my conduct estranges me from a wholeness more and more.

See this is all feminine kind of dreaming, how the feminine sees things. What started out as being nothing more than taking a walk to kill time, as I wait for other parts of myself to get their act together, has gotten to the point that I no longer know how to get back to where I belong. And where I now have traversed to as a result of getting lost or misaligned in my approach has taken me to what’s a glorified mess. I use the word glorified because this is a wonderful spot but it’s now a mess. It’s been disturbed.

The reason for the dream is my restive nature that shuts a flow off is stranding me more and more. I need to realize that even though I think what I am doing makes sense, that it is causing me to be even further estranged from a connection that is even more important.

To download this file, Right Click (for PCs) or Control Click (for Macs) and Save: Feeling Stranded

Leave a Reply