The Buried Blue Print

The dream intention I set for myself last night was to uncover a way to navigate a new romantic relationship. My history with romance has long been a journey fraught with speed bumps and I have never been very adept at it. I grew up being very reserve with my emotions and I have a difficult time trying to be physically affectionate.

Fate, it would seem, has dropped a young attractive woman into my life. She lives in Spain. We communicate by skype and we met on Facebook. She dreams of having babies with me and a home of our own.

Now the dream is set in a Irish pub. Seamus, the owner/bar keep, has invited us about 20 of his regular customers to meet in the pub. The tavern has been gutted except for the bar. There is a dirt floor. Seamus announces he needs our help in order to finish the renovations he has planned. It seems the pub has a curse. Something very odd is afoot. Seamus needs the blue prints for the pub in order to complete the rebuild. The problem he says is the blueprints are buried here in the dirt floor! The curse says that the plans must be dug up before sunset or something bad will occur. The pub is haunted. If the plans are not dug up in a timely manner the ghosts will rebury them and then all hell will break loose.

Seamus states many years ago the blue prints had been dug up and a Polaroid of them was taken. The person who took the Polaroid now refuses to share it for mysterious reasons. Seamus, has a plan. Each of us must dig. He came up with a formula. Each patron must dig for 5 minutes each to reach a goal of 100 minutes before sunset. Then we will snap a picture again of the blue prints and rebury them to satisfy the spirits and the renovations can then be completed as planned. The archetectual plan is not, I should mention, an actual blue print, as we customarily envisage one, but a large bronze plaque representation of one. I wake up before we begin to dig.

The interpretation? It seems straight forward. I need to dig deep within myself to find the blue print to build this new relationship. I am, in fact, haunted by the spirits of past relationships. I do feel cursed in this area. An Irish pub seems like such an appropriate place for this dream to unfold. My lady in Spain lived in Ireland for a time and had a boyfriend there. So much unconscious material is stirred up. The "bar" could be thought of in its other contexts as a barrier or obstacle, or even the place in a courtroom where the accused stands during a court trial. A prisoner also is said to stand "behind bars" and, of course, it should be noted also, that bars serve "spirits" as well.

The time limit is another interesting aspect to the dream. I am 49 years old. I'm not getting any younger and finding my soul mate before my "sunset" years seems a more urgent proposition. The clock is ticking as they say.

The dirt floor is an obvious representation of my unconscious. It is filthy work to go digging there! The secrets are buried deep. Once I have access to the design or technical plan, of who I am, perhaps then the  renovations of my heart can take place?

Well, it seems I have some things to mull over out of this dream. I need to dig into my personal psychology to make some progress I think. I hope I can read the blueprints before the spirts are unleashed!