The Decision I've decided to start keeping a public dream journal. I'm always going on and on to my students online and offline about the importance of keeping a dream journal in their commonplace books, and I fully believe in being the example for those I'm working with, but it's sort of hard to let them see me walking my walk when my dream journal is a secret little thing I keep under my pillow.
But laying out the contents of my subconscious mind for all to see is a rather radical thing to do, isn't it?
It is, but my heart tells me to "be a transparent rose" so that's what I'm doing this morning and all mornings for the next 7 weeks. I'm lacing myself together with rosy-fingered dawn in order to tell you some tales straight outta my subconscious.
So here's a bit of what happened in dreamworld last night. It's the tale end of a dream. I woke up at 6:00 am, my alarm going off, with my most urgent thought being "I have to quiet that alarm before it disturbs my partner" rather than "I have to remember my dream." Having an urgent thought like that, I notice, disrupts my dream-memory process. So I only remembered the last little bit of what I sense was a much larger dream.
Here's what I remember: I see an elderly man, homeless. He wants to get into a pet store to use the rest room. The door to the pet store is locked even though there are employees inside. The employees won't let him in. The elderly man enlists the help of a little boy to trick the door open. Somehow, the boy is able to open the door. He props the door open with a little trash basket which has magical door-propping properties. The elderly homeless man goes in and uses the rest room. I wake up.
The Feelings, The Associations
I felt identified with the elderly homeless man. Earlier in the day, when driving out of a shopping center, Dey and I saw a man standing on a traffic island, holding a sign around his neck that said "Homeless." Also earlier in the day, I'd been getting angry about income disparity in the US, thinking about Occupy Wall Street and had posted this Thomas Jefferson quote to facebook:
"I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around [the banks] will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs".
Thomas Jefferson, 3rd president of US (1743 - 1826)
So Thomas Jefferson is talking about homelessness engendered by corporations and financial institutions that are threatening our American liberties. And I'm seeing homeless people. And the folks occupying Wall Street are camping out in a park, without a roof. And I feel identified with them, too.
Why was it a pet store? Well, I'm in love with a little pomeranian named Sparkle who lives in the window of a pawn shop on Liberty Avenue in Bloomfield. She's always alone in there at night with the DVDs and funky old electronics, behind the half-shattered window. I can't get to her. No one is loving her and cuddling her at night. I feel like she's homeless, too. So the pawn shop isn't exactly a pet store, but it holds a pet (Sparkle).
So the old man in my dream was homeless and breaking in to a place that I associate with homelessness (the pawn shop / pet store). I feel afraid of homelessness, poverty, the condition of the outcast.
The wily little boy is a mystery to me. Who's he?
This is something I like to do for my dreams-- to make a metaphor out of a mystery in them-- so as to deepen and extend the mystery. The metaphor pattern goes like this: The mystery of ___________ is _____________."
So, the mystery of the little boy who props open the door is an attack at the feet of the rich.
Your Response to Me
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