The dream this morning features a river. The river is wide and flows gently by. It is a warm summer day. I am walking along the wet sandy bank on a pair of wooden stilts. I am wearing a white panama hat, white shirt, shorts and deck shoes. I can feel the heat. I take long strides as I follow the stream upriver. There are families about and I see men fishing along the banks.
The further I head up stream the more narrow and shallow the stream becomes. Eventually, I reach the head waters in the hills. The river is drying up until it is a series of muddy puddles. I met a farmer. The man is dark brown from working in the sun. He is only wearing shorts and shoes. The river bed is wet muck. The man is digging in the muck with his hands. His objective is to connect the remaining pools of water and channel the water to his crops. He is desperate to keep his crops alive. This is when I wake up.
Spring is now here according to the calendar. We have sun, but it is still very cold, Summer seems like a dream. The heat will be coming. The river in the dream symbolizes energy and fertility. When we first see it, we see families and fishermen. The people are seeking refreshment and feeding themselves. The energy and abundance is high. When I move up river we are moving against the flow and the flow reduces. The farmer we encountered is struggling to maintain his living. The source of the flowing water is evaporating.
The stilts suggest a desire to rise above it all and forge ahead. I witness that others are enjoying life living in the moment. I seem a little envious of them. Something inside of me wants more. I want to get to that source. I want to know it's mysteries.
When I find that struggling farmer I realize this is what may be awaiting the folks down stream. They may not be aware of the future that could be reaching them if the drought continues. Does it not seem like a metaphor for our world? An environmental or political warning?
Perhaps this is an opportunity to examine my own life path? It gives me pause for thought. What is the source of my prosperity or lack? Do I have a fundamental understanding of what is or isn't working for me? All sorts of questions come to mind.
I can certainly relate to the hard working farmer trying to squeeze a living from the land. The farmer knows how precious the water is for sustaining his life and livelihood. Not only his family counting on him but many others that may need to buy or barter crops from him are depending on him as well. I feel his desperation. He is down in the muck and yet I am above it all on my stilts watching it happen and staying clean at the same time. What does this say about me? Perhaps I should lending the poor man a hand?
Well, I am awake now. I have moved on to other dreams and other puzzles to solve. Somewhere out there in the dream world our dirt farmer is toiling away. I pray he got his rain and his crops were saved. Another thought just occurred to me. If the rain did come would those gentle folk down stream get a flood? Are they being swept away while the farmer is getting blessed? What an irony that would be. The Universe has a weird way of seeking balance. For every one lottery winner there are thousands or millions who must lose. This really messes with my head.
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