I dreamed last night, and I think it symbolically relates to the meditative stuff so I’m putting it here.
I lived on a fairly high floor on an island. But it was storming bigtime, a literal typhoon, high winds and seas, and the waters and flooding came. Concerned it was going to reach my floor even though it was so high, I became really worried when it was obvious it would. A wave knocked down the outer wall of my apartment and I grabbed the big soft sofa and held on as tight as I could.
The sofa I was on washed out of my apartment and into the water. Sure I would capsize and die at any moment, or something big would hit me and I would die at any moment, or in fact SOMETHING was likely to happen causing me to die at any moment, I held on to the sofa, closed my eyes tight, and tried to “think positively about every good probability that could happen to save me”–not to spell it out in my mind, because I did not know WHAT those probabilities might be, but to allow them, to assume that my subconscious was capable of finding and arranging them, it feeling just like when I had allowed the many disparate archetypes to come under connection in my meditation earlier–and time passed.
I woke up later to find myself floating near the far shore of a different island that had been a helluva distance away. This was astronomically improbable, that I would survive the storm and flood and typhoon and end up that far away. As my sofa beached itself, I got up and waded through the water toward the shore. There was a small loose group of people there, some of whom came to me curiously, and when it became known that I had miraculously survived getting washed out a high window all the way from the other island, I became something of an instant celebrity.
I stayed on that island for awhile.
Eventually when things were cleaning up a bit I went back to my own island. My building was still standing. I went up the stairs to my floor and into my apartment. The wall was gone of course, and most of the door, and a portion of the wall to the next one over. There was a sign saying that they (someone official) was going to be “re-flooring” part of my level and all of my apartment, so I walked gingerly.
In the next apartment, two women were there, one black and one white. {Note: this is a symbol of the Four for me, the polarities.} They made it clear to me that I was not going to be appropriate living on that island anymore. The authorities had imposed rules that would somehow, implicitly be a problem for me. I didn’t really understand. I went to a different part of the island, and some political council was meeting, walking around looking at the situation, and one of the men saw me, and said that I was to be jailed… for something that seemed kind of retarded, but also seemed to relate to my gall in surviving that storm and going to the other island.
I considered living there in hiding. Taking a new identity. But I saw the future, where eventually I was caught. I decided I simply wouldn’t be able to live on that island any more. The other one had seemed so much more free, even though it was less developed, and the people were kinder to me. So I was arranging to get a flight back to the other island when I woke up.
In my dreams, water nearly always represents spirit, houses nearly always represent the structure of my reality, vehicles (from bikes to cars) represent my body. When I’ve had fairly significant internal shifts, I have often dreamed about various kinds of flooding, often ocean (I am a beach-girl, growing up, so it’s usually ocean). Seems at least potentially related to the meditations earlier.
Hoping to get to another later today.
PJ
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