The dream this morning is a rather odd one. The symbols in this have me baffled. I will need to meditate on these more a length when I have a moment to relax and think on such things.
The dream today takes place in a prison. It seems I am one of many prisoners again. This is not a typical prison. Something about it feels very different and I can't put my finger on it. The toilets are not working. Bizarrely, I have resorted to putting my waste in a box, which I carry around with me. It is filled with table scraps as well.
The building that is this prison was not designed to be a prison. The place more resembles a high school than a correctional facility. It seems that it was re-purposed into a prison and the inmates are free to roam about the halls and rooms.
I see myself in the cafeteria. It is the middle of the afternoon and between meals. The room is full of prisoners just sitting at tables and quietly talking. Suddenly, two huge prison guards walk in. They look like twins. Their uniforms are obscured by multiple layers of what look like white bath robes. They must be wearing ten robes each. Everyone knows these two guards. There is no mistaking them for prisoners or visitors. They both step into dining hall through the open double door entrance side by side. Everyone looks up to see them and wonders what is going on. This is unexpected. I stand and look over at them. Once they have everyone looking over at them they take two steps backward out the door way in which they came in through and, as if by magic, the robes suddenly neatly materialize on hangers on a rod above the doorway. These robes are clean brilliantly white and have the prison's colourful logo on the left breast pocket. I applaud and grudgingly the prisoners all applaud too.
Then we see the prison basketball team come trotting into the room with new uniforms. They high five with the other prisoners as they stride in. They are happy and proud, and it is at this point that I wake up from the dream.
I can sense there are unconscious elements at play here. The prison building is like a combination of my old high school and the store in which I stock shelves at night. Both places can have the feel of being a prison. In some vague sort of sense they really are.
Carrying around my personal food and body waste in box could be a literal metaphor of how I carry my shit everywhere. My crap may be emotional, mental or even material. There are burdens, perhaps, that I should not be carrying? This seems to be the most obvious interpretation.
The robes seem to me to be a perplexing symbol. I have a very nice robe my girl gave to me. I am wearing it now as I write this. In the ancient world it was a custom to wash the feet of guests and to present them a clean robe as a mark of hospitality. The numerology of the 20 robes might be significant. The number 20 stands for souls that have the knowledge of good and evil, and must consciously make choices at attain balance in all situations. Twenty is a 2 with a zero. Zero has an intensifying effect. The 2 is duality which is what we have with the twin prison guards. They represent the two natures of reality within us and external to us. This aspect of the dream could be an advisory to re-examine myself inwardly as well as outwardly.
The magical re-appearance of the robes suggests to me a yearning for more magic in my life. I was the first to applaud it. I desire it more than your average prisoner. My life is full of mundane drudgery right now. I need an extra spark of joy and wonder to make it all worthwhile.
The basket ball team became excited with it's new uniforms. It boosted their morale. I enjoyed seeing their camaraderie and team work. These are elements missing in my life right here and now. It is another thing I might be secretly yearning to recover into my life as well.
Overall, I think this dream is a call to take a second look at both sides of the coin that represents my life. I must look at the heads and tails, and even the outside edge. I will sleep on this some more to see if anything of more significance can be made of it.
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