Dreams tell us much about our situations and ourselves; yet we discount them as hallucinations of the mind. The images seem so real, so alive, and so fanciful. Our bodies take on forms we would never visualize ourselves in, if we were in a waking state, but these forms are significant when we attempt to decipher the hidden meaning behind this subconscious state of being.
I will tell you about a dream I experienced but was not able to draw an inference from, until after I had gone through nine months of passion, heartache, nervousness, negative self-talk, reconciliation, forgiveness, and release. I have learned to tune into my dreams … for they tell me much about past, present, and future.
I saw myself as a small creature along the side of a road. I could have been a mouse that stood on two legs or I could have been any of God’s small creatures. Size may have meant that I was small and insignificant in comparison to the universe and all its wonders. But anyway, there I was on the side of a dirt road. I was hitchhiking. I was on a journey and I believe I was pretty sure about where I was going and what I was going to do when I got there. I wasn’t afraid of being the only creature on the road and I wasn’t concerned that what little traffic there was, moved in the opposite direction of where I was headed.
Then, another creature appeared on the road. This creature came from nowhere, looked just like me and there was no differentiation as far as sex. Now, there were two of us on this lonely road. We talked for a moment and decided we would walk to a tower we saw in the distance because it was getting dark and it looked like a storm was on the horizon.
This tower was not in the direction I was going, but the other creature seemed confident we could find shelter for the night in the tower, and then start afresh the next morning. I don’t know why I followed this creature. Maybe it was because darkness was coming on and I had not gotten a ride to help me on my journey or it may have been because the creature was persuasive in some way. All I know is that I had a definite plan about what I wanted, where I was going, and what I was going to do once I got there. But I followed the creature anyway.
We ascended the steps of the tower and immediately got lost although we walked up in a winding direction. There were no hidden passageways. We walked, and walked, and walked but never reached a plateau. As we walked, the creature started to get tired; started to complain, and also started to blame me for what appeared to be a never ending search for something we could not find.
Then the keeper of the tower spoke. The keeper told us we would never leave the tower and that there was no way out. We would become perpetual walkers of the tower that had no end.
The creature’s complaints about being tired became more severe, so I allowed the creature to get on my back, and I started walking in the opposite direction. I walked down the stairs even though the keeper of the tower kept reminding me there was no way out.
I wondered why I had let the creature talk me into straying from the path I knew to be true for me. I wondered what it was in my chemistry that lacked the fortitude to stick to my guns. Had I been looking for a savior on that lonely road?
I carried the creature for what seemed like hours. The tower was dark now, where before it had been light. Was all hope lost? Was there a way out? I stumbled, fell down the steps, unloaded the creature, and found myself back on the road where this fantasy began.
I woke up saying to myself that I would never let another creature persuade me to desert the path I intuitively knew to be right for me.
Months after this dream I met a man who said all the right things, was tall, dark, and handsome. I persuaded myself that this was the man for me. There were inconsistencies but I overlooked those and did my best to help him. After all, I thought he had good intentions. I found out during the nine months we knew each other that he was all talk and no action. He blamed his failed marriages on the women, blamed his troubles on the job, on his supervisor, and blamed me for taking him away from God.
While trying to help him I found myself falling just like I fell down the tower stairs. Once I realized that he was more of a burden to me and that I could not save him from himself, I let go, and he fell away to his own devices.
It took me several months after that relationship to stop the negative self-talk and realize that I’m no different from anyone else on this planet. I too am looking from someone to be my companion on this lonely journey we call life.
Lonely not due to a lack of companions, friends, associates, and relatives; but lonely because many of us will never be happy with what we have, and therefore we get sidetracked into thinking the opposite path is easier, is sheltered, (i.e. the grass is greener on the other side) and we find ourselves in the tower going nowhere.
The choices we make determine our destiny. Those choices can be positive or negative. We should let no one change the path we know to be the right path. We may stray away from what we know to be true but sometimes unloading excess baggage will get us back to our true self so we can reach the plateau…the next level…that keeps us moving forward.
bevsangle 