Lightning Dream Work: Let all men respect a loaded gun!

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Dreams 5/4/2018
Anyone want to play "if it were my dream" game? This is my dream from last night, titled above. As an active dream partner, you read the dream and report back what associations/connections you yourself have. These may or may not be relevant to my own experience, but often enough are right on and are ALWAYS helpful in exposing valuable information to the dreamer. So, for example, you read and then respond by beginning, if it were my dream, I am particularly curious about....

Here goes :)

At a church function, a dance with my young aunt and older cousin. We decide to leave. We change clothes. They're now wearing halter tops instead of dresses. My cousin tells me she prefers the black jeans I was wearing prior to putting on the dress I am now wearing which is appropriate for church, but not our next adventure.

I struggle to change, but want to go. Too many people crowding the bathroom in which I am changing.

I am wanting to take cool shoes for my son. Not sure if I'm supposed to? They have been used as a prop in this setting.

Next scene, I am leaving and carrying the shoes--sleeping in my car, trying to keep my family safe, making sure the dog has food.

Then, I am with a black man, a dear friend of mine (though not known in the waking realm) and we are carrying the shoes after they've been autographed by me borrowing a girls' pen to do so, when an old, red-neck police pair stop to harass us.

I am especially afraid for my friend as it seems they're aiming most of their hate and wrath at him. They bag us, drag us to the station (which is north facing) and start pouring over our notes and artwork like they are maps of an evil scheme. We are not trusted or allowed to explain the schematics of our thoughts and these ignorant and vengeful in official want to stop us from getting to the son.

The following are notes upon awaking (hypnagogic state):

We are walking and they are driving in a vintage police car--akin to Don Knotts. Back when mainstream dared laugh at cops and the law and their often unyielding, false logic. Back then, the man could still explain himself, was his own man, and if coherent and there was no blood wrapped knife, allowed to carry on his own agent, able to make mistakes and gains of his own accord.

Now, what?

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I'm probably not the right dream partner in this case (not even sure if I know what I'm doing), but since I'm here, I'll give it a go. I will try to overlook the obvious humorous possibilities here. :)

If this were my dream, I am particularly curious about:

The abrupt and rather disconcerting changes from a church dance, to getting ready for the next adventure and then being hauled off to jail.

Three seemingly separate and disparate events, woven into one dream. Are they connected somehow? Is there anything in reality that might be driving such a dream?

And why the 50s setting? What does the past (and before I was even born), have to do with this?

Those would be the main things that I would be curious about, along with just how specific and detailed it was.

Thank you, Glen! This game always works and is so much fun to play :) Does mean we have to be vulnerable in sharing--both as the dreamer and partner, so thanks for being brave.
I hadn't even thought about the abruptness of church dance/next adventure/jail time and that is helpful. I do have lot's of bathroom/toilet dreams and have started to associate these with emotions so getting changed in a crowded bathroom probably means the surrounding emotions are difficult.
Yes, in real life you could say I am in a transitional phase--not working much, not sure of next move, my children getting older....
Yes, and the fifties. What are those old, family expectations I'm enforcing on myself?
Your response gives me much more to consider.
Want to share one of yours and I'll give it a go?

Well, I'm glad I gave you something to think about.

I don't really remember dreams I have. When I do, it's kind of an event. I wrote about the last one about two months ago. If you want, you can read it here. Since it's older, there's nothing else you can really do with it but comment on it if you'd like. One other person took a crack at it in the comments. I found her points intriguing.

Since I go into other things at the beginning, feel free to skip down to the dream itself.

if it were my dream, I am particularly curious about...

... why I'm having so much trouble changing (clothes stand for different situations/events in my life). I would be sad that I don't find the right place to change and that too many distractions (the many people in the bathroom) keep me from focusing on myself. I seem to be doing exactly the wrong thing and I would wonder why I am lagging so behind the signs.

My son's shoes seem to be a symbol of hope, something real that I can take and give him, blessed by me personally so that he can walk alone. It is important that he receives these shoes (my job as a mother is to prepare him adequately for his future). I wonder if I have grown out of my childhood (because I use a girl's pencil), because I am so concerned that everyone is taken care of (my family, the dog). I see danger for them and me from other, more powerful people who want to stop me. I am desperate about this injustice that prevents me from being at peace. Even if I am not in immediate danger myself, I must witness how my friend (someone who can actually defend himself) has to submit (also, I wonder if this friend symbolizes oppressed groups/society for whom I feel empathy for). I fear for freedom because I and he are forced to remain silent and dare not put an end to this ridiculous act. The fifties, I wonder if they stand for unconditional obedience, for which we must bow.

I seem to be ready for the next adventure, but I need something that will enable me and make me sure I dare. Clothes and shoes and also a certain lightness for the willingness to adapt to new situations. Cousin and aunt stand for my female strengths, I could use them better.

I would ask myself: What was the situation in my life, where I wanted to open my mouth and did not? I'd want to take my chances next time.


That was very interesting. Thank you for giving a chance to do that. I will check if I can find a dream of mine (actually I was publishing here one) and give you the link. Wonder, what you might say.

Dreams are really hard to interpret.

here is mine: https://steemit.com/psychology/@erh.germany/once-i-turned-into-a-gorilla

Thank you so much for your reply and taking so much care and time in your response. What you have said here really resonates with me. I am always amazed at how well this game works and what a gift it is we can give one another :)
I'll go and read yours and happy to play--possibly offering you some extra insight too.

Thank you. That was a good play between us. I enjoyed doing it. Can I invite you for an afternoon tea? :-)


I went to look what you said about my gorilla dream. Wow, that I haven't thought of either. Whenever I think of this dream the feelings inside my body instantly catch me and I am back again.

That this could have been a possible premonition... that seizes me. In fact, they were two of my childhood friends. As a child I often felt criticized by them and put in a bad light. I still have a very close and friendly relationship with one woman. I broke with the other one last year. It was a violent event and gave me up thinking long and hard. We crashed into each other over the phone and then there was a crisis and a long exchange of mail. I felt filled with contempt and caustic judgement (it was like the feeling in a dream, where I felt this horror of the cold). For the first time I found the courage to tell her that she was not my friend and that I was no longer available for her sentences - the gorilla was awakened. These, I had decided, were my final words to her. Then I let go inside. I felt no more resentment against her and had no hope for herself (but in a satisfying and not disappointed way). To my great surprise, she reacted very differently (I had expected nothing) and told me that I was right and she had none to presumptuously judge me and that she wished me well for my spiritual search, but we were too different.
I think we have never really managed in our relationship to express our affection and emphasize similarities rather than differences. I was always a little afraid of her, too, and as you know, anxiety is paired with dislike. I seemed arrogant to her and I certainly was. I feel sad about it, but it was still a purifying experience.

Thank you for the further link to the interpretation of gorilla dreams. And also your other interpretations, which meet with resonance with me. The gorilla medicine flatters my face with a smile.

Many thanks to you!

Very powerful to tell her she is not your friend. Glad you were able to awaken the gorilla and that there has been a following feeling of ease--means you're on the right track. That always feels good.
Sometimes I think we out grow relationships and certain situations and people come in to help us grow.
I love the way you have written that the medicine flatters your face with a smile! Sometimes saying things from one language to another sounds more beautiful than any way I could imagine in English (though it is English now). Hope that makes sense.

Oh, yes. She helped me a lot in growing towards maturity. I am thankful for her lesson to me. It seems that you've got similar insights.

HeHe, must be funny to listen to a not native speaking foreigner. I can imagine that it amuses you. Would feel the same way. Yes, it makes sense :) maybe it reminds me of children using a language in an unusual way.

Read this article from another steemian last night about toxic people. Perhaps, you'd enjoy reading too? Reminds me a bit about what we've been discussing.
https://steemit.com/spirituality/@maceytomlin/the-dreaded-emotional-hangover

Thank you. Good article! I like the self-reflection in it. Though the toxins I think are still in my veins and are doing their poisoning when I let them spread out. They then meat the ones of the person I deal with. When I can stop this process and try to find the best in me it sometimes happens that the other is doing the same. It's hard when this is combined with a refusal of which the other thinks is bad but I myself am knowing it's actually supporting. That has to do with a "No" coming from me or vice versa.

Gave it my upvote:)

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