Dreams may sometimes serve as ways in which our greater, often unconscious, minds are able to attempt to communicate with our conscious minds. The purpose of such manifestations is varied.
Sometimes this may be as mundane as a way to deal with the residue created by unresolved events of the previous day. Such “Day residue” dreams often may sidestep an inability to put unresolved emotional issues into verbal form, allowing the presentation of emotional content uncorrupted by translation into verbal discourse. This is a healthy way in which opportunity is given to resolve the subtle left-overs of our daily activities.
Recurring patterns which may be observed within these presentations may sometimes offer insight into larger, often more pervasive issues pertinent to factors of greater import for our growth. These are the repeating themes, nonverbal expressions of emotional reactions, that may not be verbally or analytically presentable for conscious working out. They may, however, be dealt with within the framework of our dreams in a much healthier way than, for instance, by their being acted out in our actual life activities. They may provide much opportunity for a gentler path of growth than the “Trial and error” path of learning from our mistakes.
Last night such a dream suggested a way in which I might benefit from insight into some of that which might be cluttering the background of my own processing functions. Although somewhat personal and perhaps trivial, my dream might exemplify how this might work.
Dream
I dreamed that I woke up and had to unload a lot of stuff from a warehouse to the dump, to clean out the warehouse for my ex-father in law. My ex college room-mate was there. The stuff I was interested in was my parent’s (Dad’s) old stuff, collected when I was small, and before I was born, and I wanted/needed to go through it and pick what I wanted to keep.
There were boxes of drill bits, screw driver bits, tools, and so on, that my dad had collected in the 1950’s. There were knick knacks from before my time, like small porcelain figures, some old broken watches, lots of different stuff. I needed boxes to put the things in, and asked the young man who worked in the warehouse, who went off.
My college room-mate wanted some of the stuff, tools and drill bits, and I was reluctant to part with some of it. Earlier in the dream, I saw a large practice telegraph key that wasn’t mine, that I wanted to buy from the warehouse guy, and also a man was walking by with an antenna which I asked him if he wanted to sell. This part seemed to be at a flea market. (Day residue from one of my projects?).
The trash bin for the stuff that I didn’t want was overflowing, and I went to the trash can next to the concession stand outside, but it was overflowing as well. The gal at the concession stand told me that the landlord didn’t want us to throw our stuff in there. I woke up feeling a little constipated.
The Last Temptation
When Christ was on the cross, as the story goes, his final temptation was not material wealth or power, but rather it was the offer of an ordinary life, with a family and kids and the opportunity to not take up the great task of the betterment of all beings.
