Gently Down the Stream
Apr. 13th, 2005 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I had a dream the other night where I found myself in a country house with a moat around it. Someone was talking to me. "Do you know what this place is called?" they asked. I knew I knew, but I couldn't quite get hold of it. "The Interpreter's House," I ventured, "something beginning with an 's'".
And then it dawned on me that I'd been coming to the house at intervals for a long, long time, and that this was my real life. The people in the house were teaching me, training me. I felt so happy.
The rest of the dream involved an initiation ceremony. First I had to pretend to cut the throat of a tiger. Then I had to run an obstacle course with my eyes bandaged with red gauze.
I passed all these tests triumphantly.
I woke and there were lights flashing in the bedroom. Only there weren't. I guess it was just something my brain was doing. I was so sure the dream was a break-through that I committed it to memory before I went back to sleep.
But, look at it, there's nothing there.
And then it dawned on me that I'd been coming to the house at intervals for a long, long time, and that this was my real life. The people in the house were teaching me, training me. I felt so happy.
The rest of the dream involved an initiation ceremony. First I had to pretend to cut the throat of a tiger. Then I had to run an obstacle course with my eyes bandaged with red gauze.
I passed all these tests triumphantly.
I woke and there were lights flashing in the bedroom. Only there weren't. I guess it was just something my brain was doing. I was so sure the dream was a break-through that I committed it to memory before I went back to sleep.
But, look at it, there's nothing there.
Re: Gently Down the Stream
Date: 2005-04-13 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-13 01:41 pm (UTC)It's as if whoever arranges your dreams is playing games with you.
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Date: 2005-04-13 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-13 01:11 pm (UTC)Woods and a waterfall- your special dream place sounds wonderful.
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Date: 2005-04-14 08:44 am (UTC)Another recurring theme is a white city. Sometimes it has the name of real places but it is the same place, painted white buildings and always a blue sky.
Dreams are fun!
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Date: 2005-04-14 01:11 pm (UTC)I sometimes think I'd like to keep a daily record of my dreams, but I just don't have the discipline.
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Date: 2005-04-13 05:49 am (UTC)Even your thought that it was a breakthrough is interesting.
Maybe it's the start of a new novel...
In any case, you made the initiation very vivid.
BTW, do you have any sense of a personal totem? Tigers show up in my dreams from time to time, once a tiger's head poking up out of the ground, with lightning around it, once two baby tigers that were weak and mewing--
Tigers are potent symbols, I think. Your scene sounds like a sacrifice as much as an initiation--killing great energy as a sacrifice...
An obstacle course--I think of Homer's Odyssey--blind (red gauze)--
You passed the test--
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Date: 2005-04-13 01:14 pm (UTC)I don't think otters have ever showed up in my dreams.
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Date: 2005-04-14 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-14 01:19 pm (UTC)It goes something like this.
Relax and close your eyes.
Imagine a big old tree.
Imagine it has a door in it.
Open the door and go in.
There is a spiral staircase. Follow it down into the depths of the earth until you come to a vaulted room.
The Lord of the Animals is sitting in the room.
He bids you welcome. You greet him in return.
He draws your attention to a door in the far wall.
Your totem animal comes through the door.
Spend some time with it. Ask it a question if you like.
Then, when you're ready, leave the room, climb the staircase and exit out through the door.
Open your eyes and return to the "real" world.
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Date: 2005-04-13 05:53 am (UTC)And can be reduced to symbols.
That's what psychics do--make our lives like dreams: "I see two children around you, very strong; you have gold light around you; you are surrounded by books; you have lived much of your life in a cave, but now you will come out..."
If you reduced your life to such a distillation, what would it sound like? --Just thinking out loud.
I've done this sometimes for myself when I get stuck on figuring out.
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Date: 2005-04-13 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-14 01:26 pm (UTC)Talking about towers do you know the story- "The Room in the Tower" by E.F. Benson? Shuddersome!
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Date: 2005-04-14 01:30 pm (UTC)Ummm: I love towers.
Jung built one for himself, you know.
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Date: 2005-04-13 06:38 am (UTC)What a lovely dream.
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Date: 2005-04-13 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-13 06:53 am (UTC)Avalon's the first thing that comes to mind, but that's probably from having read Marion Zimmer Bradley too much.
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