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Jeane: In the next dream, we’re in bed, but you’ve gotten up to use the bathroom. Well, when you get up, I notice that a friend of mine, and her husband, are also in the bed. At the end of the room is a big wardrobe that you open up and then you sit briefly on a chair nearby before heading to the bathroom.

When you come back, you’re hopping around and you pick up something. I think I tell my friend that it’s a TV schedule that you’ve grabbed, and perhaps you’re confused because you can’t get something on the TV.

As you’re hopping around (you seem to be hopping rather than walking), I holler, “You know, it’s a.m. not p.m.” because that seems to be the problem with finding the show on the schedule.

Then I see you sit very still at the far end of the room, like you’re not moving. Well, I realize you’re not moving because it sounds like there’s a huge bumblebee in the room and you don’t want it to sting you.

Then it seems that it’s no longer you sitting at the far end of the room, but it’s my older dog, a male Basenji I had, in a frozen position because of the bee. The bee then comes toward me and, since the light is on, I kind of cower down and the bee lands right on my cheek! I don’t want to move. I want someone to come get rid of it so it won’t sting me.

I don’t know what finally happened, but something makes it move and then it lands on the wall. I get out of bed to look and it’s just a normal-sized hornet rather than the huge bumblebee it felt like on my cheek.

Then I go to look at my dog and he has two little puncture wounds on his back, the poor thing. So, I’ve kind of gone over to see how the dog is. That’s that dream.

John: Interesting. As each dream from the night unfolds, the imagery is getting subtler (see Get Smart and Indulgence). In the previous dream you’re paying attention to an imbalance, but you don’t quite have all of the variables. It’s like being thrown a curve; then the question is, how far can your nature go in handling the curve?

There are always a lot of variables that can be picked up as part of something meaningful and dynamic. But you have to pick those variables up through a greater, overall part of yourself. Otherwise you end up with knee-jerk type reactions to all the little things that go on. Those reactions create disturbances within you, whether in a dream scenario, or in your life.

And when you respond in that way, it pulls you away from who you really are – it knocks you from your center. In other words, you don’t want to get carried away by your imagination of what the situation is. If you do, the next thing you know you’re stinging yourself, or confusing yourself, or creating problems that prevent you from doing what you’re able to do in a greater capacity.

It’s like you have an intuition that has developed listening in a greater way, but hasn’t yet figured out how to discern or discriminate so that it doesn’t create friction. In the dreams, you see yourself almost like a Laurel and Hardy. You’ve become the fall guy. That isn’t how you’re supposed to be.

You’re supposed to be able to roll with everything that happens, as opposed to going off on a tangent. Somehow you’re allowing yourself to be affected – shifted – into an imagined idea of what is occurring around you, as opposed to carrying it in your balance.

Another example is when we feel an illness or physical pain, or any imbalance in our nature, we tend to worry about that and send all our attention on to it. In other words, we tend to lose an overall trust or balance.

It is not that we aren’t supposed to pay attention to something that is affecting us, it’s just that there can be an indulgent, or imaginative, aspect to it that inflates its importance and ends up disrupting our internal listening center.

We each have the capability of keeping everything in its proper perspective. As shown in this dream, that capability in you has to do with catching up with the masculine side of yourself (the image of me, hopping around).

Your feminine side feels all of this in an overall way, and is receptive to what is occurring. Yet in its attempt to accommodate what it is sensing, it can go over the top to the point where you’re creating things that sting or disturb in your environment.

So it’s a tough balance, to be sensitive and accommodating. Yet it’s an important balance because we can end up creating greater disturbances than the ones we are trying to smooth out.

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John: In this dream I’m cleaning up an outdoor area – it’s kind of like an outdoor patio. The house inside is empty, and I eventually realize that it has already been cleaned up. As I’m working on this patio area, I see a huge hornets’ nest, and it’s built in a square shape. It looks dormant but, you know, I’m not 100% sure.

So I figure if I’m going to clean the area, I can’t leave this eyesore hanging there. I take a shovel, just initially to test things, and I whack it with the shovel and cut into it a little bit. I might have even knocked a small chunk off. It surprises me how hard the nest is.

All of a sudden, a couple of hornets come out. So, uh oh. I know how badly hornets can get you, so I run into the empty adjacent house and I try to close the doors behind me. I go from room to room to block the attack of the hornets.

There are still only a couple of them, but my imagination is that there could be a lot of them. I only see two but who knows. At some point, I duck down into the garage and close the basement door above.

As I come down the steps, I can hear voices so I think, okay, now I’m stuck. I can’t go back up because the hornets will get me, so I’ve got to continue on. It turns out it’s not the owners of the house I’m hearing, but two cleaning girls who have already cleaned upstairs and now they’re working on this area.

That relieves a certain concern that I must look like a trespasser, just running around this property. I mention that there are hornets up there so they might want to be careful. They don’t seem to be concerned. I wake up as I’m looking for a way out, thinking that I’ve eluded the hornets.

Well, the dilemma is that a part of me, when it comes to a certain aspect of life involving the outer physical reality, feels like I’ve paid some dues and moved on. Yet there are still things that can come after me. There are still hornets, so there are still agitations that can come over me.

The house is empty – it shows I’m moving on. There are just a few details left. So even though I’m cleaning up the last area, I end up leaving behind a bit of something that’s quiet now, yet can be agitated, i.e., the hornets’ nest. The nest isn’t alive and buzzing with thousands of bees. There are just a couple. I’ve come a long way, perhaps, but there are still hornets that can be stirred up.

It’s almost like joke in some ways, or even a warning that the work is never done. It can be seen as part of an ongoing process, but it also disturbs.

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