A Salvage Ship and Heavenly Lovers

The dream today comes in two parts and I do not believe they are necessarily connected. If they are connected I cannot fathom how they could be. In the first dream I am talking with my dad. I am explaining to dad I work for a scrap metal company, and the company has fallen on hard times, it is a fiercely competitive business. Well, dad has the solution. He suggests, rather than scrap and recycle the metal from a retired U.S. Navy salvage ship sitting in our business, that the company should rebuild and refit the ship for salvaging operations and cut out the middle man. Dad suggests we go find out own scrap out there at sea.

A fine idea pops! I don't know how feasible, from a business standpoint the idea is, but it sure sounds like a good one! Sometimes the old man comes up with some great ideas born out of years of wisdom and life experience, and they sound fantastic on the face of it, the only thing that always comes to mind is why haven't his inspirations ever made him a wealthy and powerful man if their so good. Dad is a retired truck driver. He lives on nothing but his social security in the waking world. He knows a lot about surviving hardship. I always respect what he has to say about anything. He knows a lot about how to get through almost any sort of crisis.

I think my unconscious is trying to get my attention and say pay attention to your father. Dad is a resource of wisdom that I am currently not making the best use of perhaps. He is such an angry sad man since he retired and I find it depressing to talk to him.  I can't seem to help or fix him. All I can do is be kind and respectful to him.  I just wish to hell he would lighten up. Sigh!


The second dream is about my love and I. It is both disturbing and comforting at the same time. I can see outer space. It is the far reaches of the solar system and the sun glitters brightly off in the distance. Suddenly, I see, Haki and I, materialize. We are floating weightlessly through space and call out to each other with hands out stretched as we gasp for breath and die. I see our bodies being swept away off into the far cosmos on the swift currents of solar wind.

I am reminded of the twins of Greek and Roman myth: Castor and Pollux.  Their mother was Leda. She was the wife of Tyndareus, king of Sparta. The myth generally goes that Leda was seduced by Zeus, who disguised himself as a swan, and Leda conceived two sets of twins, the one set is Castor, who is the mortal son of Tyndareus, and other is immortal, Pollux, the son of Zeus. The other set, which is female,  is Helen of Troy (mortal), and Clytemnestra (immortal).

 

Anyway, the reason the myth comes to mind is that Castor, who is mortal dies, and Pollux who cannot die is granted a request, made to Zeus, to be flung into space to spend an eternity with his dear brother, and they become the constellation of gemini. The feeling I get from this dream is one of a similar scenario. Haki, my girl, is like Castor and I have become like Pollux and in my grief I cannot bear to be separated from her by death. I choose to be with her and we sail off into astrological eternity together. Such is the power of my love and devotion to her.

 

What to make of this dream? Well, it certainly illustrates how fond I am of my sweet heart and how attached we have become in spite of the physical distance and time zones that separate us currently. The Atlantic sure seems like a vast divide keeping us apart. I miss her so much since our last February/March 2013 visit. The nightly Skype video chats leave me howling, like a forlorn wolf, at the moon.  Haki has often commented how she cannot bear to live without me if I should die. I do worry for her. I imagine this dream is a manifestation of the worry that plays out in my unconscious. I could see my love becoming so distraught. I am so much older than her. My days are shorter but such is fate, there is no telling which will follow the other first in death. It is a morbid thought. I tend not to dwell on it much consciously but now I know it there ruminating in my unconscious. It makes me wonder which is truly the so-called escape dreams or reality? Everything seems to be lurking there in dream world. We live in denial in both states. Are these worlds creating us or are we creating them? A suddenly damn interesting question in my mind! Hmmmm?