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| Off to dreamland... |
In Part 1 of this post, I shared a couple dreams I've had lately. The final in this trifecta of dreams was a bit more vague than the first two. I know there was a lot to it, but when I woke up, all I know is that my house was on fire, and there was someone there with me. I believe it was a female, although I never really got a good look at her.
Now comes the reason these posts are entitled "New Territory". Simone suggested I do some inner work to "return" to the dream. Instead of going straight to my happy place, I planned to go to the house. On the way, something unusual happened. I found myself looking into a forest. There stood a little girl, me at around 4 years old, wearing a dress and clutching a teddy bear. She was looking up, as light seemed to be streaming down upon her. After a moment, my actual self walked in hugged her. I got the feeling that the light pouring down was instilling in her the skills to survive her future and protect her actual self. This was actually a very beautiful image, one I hope to get down on paper. I started a pencil sketch, but I'm not particularly skilled in the visual arts!
From there, I moved on to the house in the dream. I was standing in the bedroom that I recognized to be from the first dream I had. I took in my surroundings and saw a wardrobe. At first I thought this was strange - how many bedrooms have a wardrobe instead of a closet? Then it dawned on me that it was the same wardrobe I had in the last house I lived in with my family. As I continued to look around, I saw the bed I had at that time as well as the end table I had been using as a night stand. I knew there was someone to my right, but wasn't able to see her. It was almost as if there was a void where she should have been. Although my room was well lit, the door was open and I could the flames throughout the rest of the house. The strange thing is, they didn't seem to be burning anything...they were just "there".
Suddenly, an image appeared in the doorway. It looked my dad, and at the same time didn't. His face seemed smooth and young, and he seemed small and thin even though he was wearing his clothes and had his hair and facial hair. He came towards me and grabbed me between my legs. I pushed him back and said in a strong voice "You need to stop. I don't have time for this!" Of all things to say!! As I pushed him back, I stepped out into the hallway, seeking an exit. I saw a stairway leading downstairs and felt like I was in the house on Monroe St. It didn't feel safe to go that way for some reason. I looked back and saw the "image" standing where I had pushed him, simply watching me. I walked back into my room and looked around again. There were two windows, on opposite sides facing each other. I didn't look out one of them, but outside the other I could see that I was on the second floor and down below were firemen. I also sensed that there were others. No one seemed panicked, but they all seemed aware that I was there.
It's hard to analyze every aspect of this particular experience because there was so much going on. I plan on coming back to it, partly because I want to talk about it more with Simone, and partly because I am too tired tonight to process it anymore thanks to jet lag. Perhaps there will be a Part 3!
Rachel
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