Saving Superman

The dream this morning takes place on a fast moving train. The train is speeding through a tunnel, or it may be that we are traveling at night, and lights outside are flashing as we pass underneath them. The cars are empty of passengers, except for one, and this person is the famous superhero Superman. I watch him as he proceeds forward down the center aisle toward the engine. Superman is changing from his disguise as Clark Kent and transforming into Superman.  Strangely, he seems like a ghost, as he moves from one rail car to the next by passing through them, effortlessly, as if he were a spirit. I watch his face closely, to try to judge his mood, and intentions, I watch the outside lights flash over Superman's face in a strobe like effect. I watch as he slowly becomes more and more angry. Apparently, the train is out of control and is speeding along into possible danger and Superman feels compelled to act. It is at this point that I wake up.



This dream is a reflection of how my unconscious self is dealing with a current conscious world reality. I can relate to trying to be like Superman. I want to be in control and have events unfold to my will and the world is not conforming to my wishes. I desire to respond to every challenge as if I were a superhero. Reality is kicking my ass and forcing me  to compromise, and to look at alternative ways of doing things.



Soon my fiancée from Spain will here and we will get married shortly there after. I have been working furiously, in recent days, to secure us an apartment, and plan a wedding. The situation has not been resolved as neatly or definitely as I had hoped. I admit I envy Superman and his powers. The dream is a metaphor of the angst of which I am experiencing and illustrates the true desires of my heart. The inner most aspect of my psyche, at it's core, wants to fix and control everything. I secretly want to power through all obstacles with superhuman effort and resolve.

Circumstances have required me to seek and ask for help, which is not something, my ego self likes to do. I have done a lot of praying and asking those close to me for suggestions, or assistance in our quest to get married and have a place to live. The dream suggests, like superman, I am angry and trying like heck to prevent my life from becoming a train wreck. Interesting that Superman's physical essence seems to move through the train cars like they are an illusion. Is it superman or the train that lacks concreteness or solidity?  



I am trying to reconcile the desires of my heart with the brutal realities of life. I am a work in progress. I feel like a tight rope walker. The dream confronts and confounds me.