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December, 2018
9 19 20 30Scene One - I am at home. There is a screened-in porch. Outside are a bunch of small dogs, various terrier and other breeds. They seem to be lost or at least separated from their owners. They are barking and in distress. I open a screen door, and they come quickly in. I try to calm them down. They want to play, once inside, then also seem tired and ready to sleep.
Scene Two - I am at home but realize I need to go out. Others advise me not to. There might be venomous snakes out there, and it is getting dark. I need to go, I tell them, and it is still light enough for me to see. I'll be careful to not step on any snakes and hope not to get dangerously close to any. Yet I sound more confident than I am. I hope I can cross a field safely on foot, but the light is fading as I step carefully and I am not sure I'll be able to avoid the snakes or being struck by them.
Scene Three - I am at a police station for a small community. It is modern and large in a one-story building. Their (There) are lots of hallways and cubicles where police officers, male and female, but mostly male, are sitting and doing their work. The police tell me there is a problem I need to look into. I listen to a device I have with me, a kind of monitor, but hear nothing, so I tell them I think everything is fine and point out there is no problem indicated on my monitor. They explain I can't hear it because their system automatically block(s) interfering transmissions in the vicinity of their station, but some of their equipment can still receive what my monitor should normally be receiving, and they let me hear at that machine. I hear loud crying from young children plus some child saying over and over "I want my daddy!" I ask a nearby police officer what's the fastest way to get to where they are, and the next moment I am running in their direction.
Scene Four - I get to where the children are. There are, I believe, four youngsters, the oldest is probably about 3-4 years old and reminds me of a young Jay, my nephew in WI. The others are about two years old or even younger, three girls I think. All are in a large public bathroom, nobody else around, and seated on kids'-size toilets, all the kids crying or in distress, like Jay yelling for his daddy, and all also sitting in several inches of water, for there is a small flood in here, and water is that deep all around and may even be getting deeper. I realize I cannot immediately resolve the whole emergency situation, but I can take things step by step and help out and get it done. I yell over the crying and calling for Daddy that I am here now, and I can't do it at once but I assure them I will start now to get this fixed, and "I won't stop till all of you are feeling better and then safe and comfortable." I go to the youngest, who seems stuck in a toilet hole with water rising around her. I pick her up, and immediately water begins flowing into the hole. I look for a towel so I can begin to dry her off while taking her to a safer place, before going back to help the next one, and so on till what is required will be done for all of them.
[Of Jay, I'd say he is intelligent, creative, and has endured trauma, having survived bone cancer that was diagnosed when he was eight and meant that he underwent a lot of scary treatment, including losing some of his left leg above the knee, though, due to a remarkable type surgery at the time, he now has not simply a prosthetic limb, but a new "knee" that was formed from his ankle joint on that side. Now about 19 or 20, he has, all things considered, been doing well, progressing fine in college, popular, and even continuing in his own business, selling plants or produce grown mainly in greenhouses, of which he now has four.
I think the dream is partly about issues of maybe not having been taking good care of my inner child self, partly about a lot that I have to express but have been holding in, some about responsibilities that I have given up, as younger siblings or sister-in-laws are taking over the more responsible roles I had most of my life assumed were mine within our birth family or extended family, yet have been relinquishing as my mom has had ill health and then has died, and as I found that others, far from looking to me for leadership as she was failing, had wanted mainly to assert their ego-driven desires to be in charge or to at least to keep me from in any way telling them what to do, and so I have resigned from the more traditional position I might have held as the patriarch once Mom has died, Dad having passed in 1995, and more or less let others, so intent of running things their way, go ahead and take the "hot seats" they desired, but what role does that leave now for me? As yet I have no definite answer to this concern, and it seems best not to jump into something new simply to have the matter resolved, despite my worries about what others may think of me as my "place" in the family order is at best in flux.
The police are in this case, I think, here as positive representatives of the status quo, of order or structure, reinforcing tendencies toward safety and rescue.
Through it all, it feels scary, and the snakes typically are there to show negative emotion that is not being expressed. Similarly with the rising water, which often represents strong emotion, the unconscious, and intuition.
Dogs may be thought of both as playful parts of myself that live in the moment and yet are needing more nurturing and security and (since dreams are dyslexic) expressions of the "gods" of my understanding, i.e. positive forces within for health, kindness, and joy. That some of them are "terrier" breeds suggests aspects of myself are feeling high anxiety or terror over a lingering serious bronchial asthma condition, considering changing physicians after my current one has not been helpful with needed medications, a sense that I must hire a new CPA, wondering if a change in roles means a permanent threat to my identity, meanwhile still grieving over my mom's death last month, etc.
Three and four can represent transformation and manifestation in reality regarding the issues in the dream. So perhaps I am finding ways to adjust to the new situations, and they are, hopefully, resolving in hale and hearty ways.]
12/19/18 - Title: "New Roles, Beginnings, Relationships"
Scene One - Am in a new place, in a downtown area, at night. A young woman who seems to know me well is telling me it is not too late to be a father. She suggests, for instance, another woman (who looks attractive to me and is much younger than I), pointing out that if I were nice to her she'd be glad to make it with me. I am amazed, but it sounds like a good idea.
Scene Two - I am on a huge spaceship with many other people. It is going to be a long trip, and we are all still getting used to this new environment. Barack Obama is the ship's captain. He and I get to know each other a little. I have a friend about me (my) age (which feels like in our late teens or our twenties), and we have to be careful in our activities to avoid anything that will start fights or damage the spacecraft.
Scene Three - Am in a damaged temporary area, helping move materials. I assist a woman with things, a two-person job. A bulky item must be carried safely over other things scattered about as perhaps after a tornado. Footing and proper handholds are tricking (tricky). There are many starts and stops, but progress. I hope she'll sleep with me tonight.
12/20/18 - Title: "Dangerous Emotions"
I am outside, yet near my home. It is nearly dark. The area is lush, almost jungle-like. I know there must be venomous snakes here and, sure enough, at once I see a large, thick one, sort of dark maroon in color, at least four-, maybe five-feet in length, slowly undulating, moving close to where I am standing.
12/30/18 - Title: "Lost Luck"
I have had a forgotten couple days, not knowing just what happened. Had I been drinking? This is not clear. There was something about a small horse or perhaps a donkey, and then, as I became more aware of things in a normal way, I realized I had lost a small horseshoe. I searched for but could not locate it. In its absence, this little horseshoe, about half the size of a normal one, had become more special to me.