The dream today is filled with some shocking content. This is one that will require me to dig deep into it's subconscious meanings. I am working with an undercover cop. My partner and I are on a stake out watching a drug dealer's house. I am on the first floor of an empty crack house in a dangerous neighbourhood. My partner is up on the second floor manning the surveillance equipment. The guy looks like a lumberjack the way he is dressed with his plaid shirt and beard. Myself, I am disguised as a wino. However, my appearance and demeanour is so convincing that I wonder if I am, in fact, an actual homeless guy who has been recruited by this cop.
Suddenly, our drug dealer/suspect is on the move. He is slowly pulling out of his drive way in a black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows. He is beginning to make his rounds around the block. The cop up stairs comes running down and yells, "He is on the move! Get ready to intercept!" as he comes staggering down the steps. The cop finds me sitting up on the floor, back to the wall, next to an old filthy sofa, my right knee is up and a bottle of booze is cradled in my left hand. He goes tearing through crumbled up old newspapers laying about. He is searching for broken crack cocaine vials that still have small amounts of the drug in them. He quickly takes a syringe and fills it. Then with a dramatic downward flourish of his arm he spears the arm of the sofa with the syringe. He sits down on the sofa. He is leaning forward, his right elbow on his right knee, and is left fist touching his left hip. The cop flashes a challenging glare at me. It is time to do my part in his elaborate plan to entrap the drug dealer. Apparently, I am suppose to get the drug dealer to shoot up with me! Oh, my God!!! What the hell?
I am working with a really bad cop! There is no concern for my personal health and safety. My mind turns to thinking about how the high is going to feel like. I seem to want it. Then it dawns on me that I'm not an undercover cop, but oh crap, I'm a drug addict! This is when I wake up in total shock.
Where do I begin to analyse this dream? Oh, man! This has got to be saying something about the current affairs of my life and what my unconscious feels about it. The cop might represent my homeless case manager or my dad. It might even represent some aspect of my hidden personality (the Mister Hyde persona, again, perhaps?) In any case there is a high authority figure that wants to dictate an agenda for me and weaker aspect of my persona represented in the wino/drug addict that wants to break free of the control but is prisoner of his base desires.
I can related to our poor wino/drug addict. He thought at first he was a public servant just doing his duty only to discover to his horror that he was actually the lowest of the low. My path in the military was like that. I once thought of myself as serving in one of the most noblest of professions in our society, only to discover, I was a disgraced public servant at the end of a long career, serving under horribly bad professionals. A bad cop and a bad soldier are pretty much one in the same. I have to acknowledge that all the good, bad and ugly training I got from these mentors was instilled in me to some degree. There is no escaping or denying it.
My dad is very much like a bad cop in my life. I often feel like I am being tortured, abused and made to do things against my will, and end up feeling horribly guilty if I don't comply to his demands. The old man's agenda must come before my own and he always has some secret selfish agenda. I know I am susceptible to behaving just like him.
I must mention now that my alarm clock was set for 6 am. I woke up hearing the local news. What was the top news story of the day? The federal Drug Enforcement Agency, the DEA arrested a woman in a local hotel for selling heroin! Last, night I saw their helicopter fly over the neighbourhood. The report stated more arrests will follow. The synchronicity of the dream and the news story is just too damn weird to ignore. It defies random chance in my view.
Last Friday, on Valentines Day, a woman customer spoke to me as I was stocking juice on shelves at the store at work. My gut reaction as I looked into her eyes was that she was heroin addict. I knew instinctively and I will wager she was the very woman the DEA busted last night or at least a customer of hers. I don't need to go looking into it. I KNOW IT!!! I would bet the farm on it!
It is the whole Neptune and Pisces energy thing going on with the stars right now that is causing these weird intuitive energies to manifest. I am getting insights with no effort at all. The universe has got my attention! I am see and understanding unconscious things I have never seen or sensed before. The rest of 2014 is going to be one wild crazy ride from here on out. The energy is electric and strange. I must pay attention to it closely and let the magic unfold as it will. Any efforts to manipulate and bend it to my will just isn't going to work. My mission is going to be to go with the flow and let good things manifest with my positive thoughts. Life is about to take a whacky unexpected new direction. I just feel it in my bones!
I suppose I should make some parting comment about getting high on drugs. I have always been curious. I will never do these hard drugs. That is a quick road to ruin and death. No thanks! However, I might someday try a state of "enhanced" altered conscious to gain some insights about wider reality. It might be a worthwhile one time consciousness expanding life changing experience. Something to consider. Only after a lot of education and a huge helping of caution! Let me be clear. I don't recommend it or endorse it.
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