Tuesday, July 22, 2014
A Storm is Brewing
The dream this morning has left me in a deep revelry all day. I am desiring to understand its total meaning. I feel it vitally important to fully comprehend it on a multitude of levels. Why this should be so important I just don't know yet.
In the dream I see myself as a young man in my early twenties. I am tall, blond and lean. I am at a boat marina at the sea shore. There is a woman a few years older than me. She is short, blond and very attractive. She is my sister. I am having a serious conversation with her and she is frowning sternly.
The story leading up to this event began years before. Our parents were old school hippies and had made a decision to go on one last adventure together while they were still young and healthy enough to enjoy it. They decided they were going to sail around the world and gave my sister, and I the choice on whether to join them or not. I was 16 and my sister was 18 in her senior year of high school. I was excited at the prospect of a four year journey around the world. My sister, however, elected to stay. She wanted to stay with her friends, finish high school and go on to college and law school.
Two years into our voyage tragedy would befall us. Both parents would be swept overboard in a storm in the South Pacific. I would be left alone, in deep despair, to complete the voyage home. This sets up the narrative for the rest of the dream.
We fast forward to the meeting with the sister in the marina. Our young adventurer has been away from home for over four and a half years. The country he left and once knew has changed. America has become totalitarian state. The People have lost all their freedoms in the interim. I am in a complete state of shock and disbelief. I decide to make a stand and send a message. My childhood friend owns the marina in which I am conversing with my sister. My friend and I have declared the marina as an independent sovereign state. We have become our own country and have convinced many boat owners to join us. My sister thinks we are crazy and that the police, and the military will soon storm our compound. She thinks we will be killed or imprisoned quickly. She tries to talk us out of our suicide scheme.
The last thing I see in the dream is my friend and I seated outdoors on two tall folding chairs before boats moored in the marina. There is a video camera and we are about to be interviewed by a TV news crew. I wake up before the interview begins.
Now how to interpret this dream? Right off the bat I am disturbed that my unconscious should be so obsessed with the totalitarian government theme. I grew up a patriotic American and spent most of my adult life a soldier in a Cold War world. Any hint of the possibility of my country becoming a fascist state deeply offends and disturbs me. Current trends in our present government and society cause me much angst. If I were the young man in this dream I could easily picture myself behaving and acting just like him under similar circumstances. I do have a rebellious streak in me and I have been known to express stubborn views that are contrary to my peers. Most of the time I keep my mouth shut and keep my opinions to myself. I recognize that there is an unconscious persona within me that rejects authoritarian control.
Ships generally are regarded as a good omen. Seeing a ship in a dream means escape from danger, overcoming adversities, recovery from an illness, or it can represent rain after a severe drought. If the one who is experiencing adversities sees a ship or a boat anchored in a harbor in his dream, it means that his adversities will be lifted shortly. In the context of this dream the marina is a safe harbour. The marina becomes home and the ships are mother. Thus the marina becomes the new motherland.
In the dream I have lost both biological mother and mother country. The unconscious abhors a vacuum. It must recreate new mothers on the macro and micro level. It does so with elements it is most comfortable with and relevant to the story, i.e., the ships and the marina. The young man in our dream has come through a hero's journey only to be faced with yet another one upon his return home. It is the final act of the play before it's conclusion.
It is interesting that in so many of my dreams I never get to see the end and whether it is a happy, or sad ending. Many times I presume the conclusions to be happy ones. I suppose some of them might not be so. I suspect that when I do start to witness all the endings it will be in the final act of my living years. Now there's a sobering thought!
The sight of the ships at the end are a symbol of hope. The stand my friend and I take could have two possible good outcomes. One would be success at establishing our freedom and new state or the ships become our a means of escape to a better more free life. I will not entertain the other possible bad scenarios any further. I would not want to give it power to manifest.
I am living in a new home, in a new city, in my awaking life. I am currently trying to recreate a new life for myself with greater freedom and independence than I experienced before. The dream seems to be my unconscious self analysing my possible futures and offering parables that I might pattern my life with. This is how I intuit this dream. As always I will be pondering this inside and out for a long while.
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