The dream today, I am certain, came on because of a TV commercial I watched with my friend Kal called "Everything is Better in the Bahamas". It was promoting the Bahamas as a vacation destination. Kal's sarcastic comment was he would never go there and I shouldn't either! The promo was shameless and annoying, and Kal made his comment out of spite because of it.
Kal's sentiment was clearly lodged into my subconscious when I went to sleep. It produced a rather unpleasant dream. I dreamt that I took a ferry from Florida for a day trip to the Bahamas. I arrive at Nassau in the heat of the day and wandered about the city. It must be about 4 pm in the afternoon when I get back to the pier to catch the ferry back to the U.S. I open my wallet to look for my return ticket to discover my wallet is completely empty! A pick pocket thief has stolen everything from me. I decide to get on board the ferry and hope the pilot will forget about checking to see my ticket. I am in luck. It is late in the day and he is too bored to deal with the formalities.
Once I am on board I get a sigh of relief. I am headed back to the U.S. However, I have boarded a ferry service completely different from the one I departed from Florida earlier. This could be a problem as I have no money and do not have any idea where in the U.S. I am headed to. It is at dusk when we arrive at some remote ferry terminal on the U.S. coast. I think it might be in the Everglades because it clearly is not Miami or any major city I know of in Florida.
I wander about the terminal. I have no idea what I am going to do. How am I going to get home? Where the hell am I? My identity has been stolen. I am in a desperate situation. Finally, I decide to throw myself to the mercy of the manager of the ferry service and see what might happen. He is a tall man with long hair and a leather jacket seated at his desk looking out the window. He looks like some kind of 80's heavy metal rock star. He is unsympathetic and angry that I had not paid for my ticket on his ferry. He will probably fire the ferry boat captain over this incident. Because I am destitute he realizes he will not be getting any restitution out of me and tells me to leave his office. Once I am back out in the lobby the ticket booth lady takes pity on me and tries to help me in every way she possibly can. She is not afraid of what her boss might do to her. She is a very compassionate woman and feels that it is her duty to help my situation. I am practically crying as I try to explain my story to her and we discuss what might be done. It is at this point in the dream that I wake up. There has been no resolution to my dream dilemma. This happens so often in my dreams. I escape my fears by waking up from them.
What to make of this dream? I have lost my wallet on so many occasions in the waking world. There have been too many times to recount. Yet, somehow by some miracle, God, has either got it back to me or I have escaped any major consequences. Praise God! I continue to have subconscious fears of becoming destitute or financially abused. I have pretty much decided I am never going to vacation in the Bahamas. The sick feeling I got from this dream will forever taint my outlook on that island nation, and I am afraid any trip there might be courting disaster as well.
Beyond this simple assessment I am at a loss at what else I might deduce from this. The usual recommended course of action is to re-enter the dream and create a better outcome. That would cure my travel phobia I suppose and would manifest a kinder outcome in the waking world I should think. I don't know. Life can sometimes bite us back, in unforeseen ways, when we think especially when we try to manipulate the process. My experience is it is best to roll with the punches rather than anticipate the blows and stand resolute. The ideal choice seems to be to duck when necessary. Life and the collective unconscious can both be a bitch to try to navigate. And that is all I have to say about that. Ugh!
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