I had a couple of interesting dreams last night that I thought I’d share. They were very different from one another, even quite reverse. In the first, I was back in Cyprus, where I had holidayed earlier in the year. Although I knew it was Cyprus it didn’t look anything like where I’d been. There was no beach or ocean. Instead I found myself walking through a valley and gazing up at beautiful mountains. I felt immense peace in my soul. Then I found myself looking down at what seemed to be toy villages – it was as if I was a giant or high in the air, seeing lots of tiny roads and buildings. I saw a statue of Virgin Mary but instead of Joseph she was standing next to a beautiful horse.
Then the dream changed and I was flicking through a photo album. I stopped at a photo of a member of my family, a relative who is younger than me. In real life we were brought up together and shared a very dysfunctional and troubled childhood. In adulthood she is struggling to find her path in life, still very disturbed, sadly using destructive ways of coping with issues she isn’t yet able to deal with. In my dream, however, she was a teenager and the photo depicted her as incredibly happy, wearing a bright beaming smile with pearl-white, perfect teeth. Her hair, whilst brown in real life, shone sunshine yellow in the dream and was draped over one shoulder in thick, wavy, healthy golden locks as she posed confidently and delightfully for the camera. In short, it was a picture of beauty. Even in the dream I recall thinking that this is how my relative would have been if our troubled past had not happened. I turned the page and there was a photo of myself. Initially I winced and turned away for I hate looking at myself, apparently even in dreams! Then I did turn back and was amazed to see myself looking happy with the same pearl-white set of teeth that my relative had. The teeth really stood out in both photos as being the most important element.
Rather sadly the dream ended at that point. It was a restless night with me waking constantly due to a bad headache the previous day and utter exhaustion. Paradoxically the more tired I am the worse I tend to sleep. However, I went into another dream not long after the above, but this one was different in every way.
In the second dream I was in some sort of building, perhaps a shop. I was with a few others but there was a sense we shouldn’t be there, that it was dangerous. I could see a shelf containing lots of marbles and I accidently knocked them off, alerting the source of the danger. We started to walk quickly out of a door, aware of danger following us. I found myself in another room, perhaps part of a shop, and in front of me stood what initially seemed to be a man, but on closer inspection there was something horribly wrong. His eyes and mouth were huge and dripping red with blood. I picked something up, not sure what, and threw it at him. This had no effect and he began to chase us. More and more of the same disfigured creepy people appeared. Somehow I realized they were zombies. I found myself outside in some sort of garden where I realized that my friends had been taken over and turned into zombies. There was blood everywhere. After being grabbed by a zombie I knew that I, too, had become one of them. I started to walk down the street looking for someone to attack.
Needless to say the second dream was disturbing although perhaps not as disturbing as one might think, given that I’ve had very similar dreams in the past. What struck me upon waking is that, once again, it represented my fear of losing control of my emotions and literally becoming unconscious to Divine truth. Being a zombie is symbolic of being asleep to life. Interestingly, I have recently been a little disturbed by the incidents of ‘Black Friday’ in the UK where some people were attacking each other simply to grab so-called ‘bargains.’ In addition, yesterday I was angry to hear that someone had sent me a nice card in the post some days ago and it has not turned up. Unfortunately my area is very bad for cards going missing; it is very likely that someone in the post office is opening them to look for money. I know it is natural to feel angry in such situations; the important thing is being able to let them flow and go.
The first dream was clearly more positive although of course both dreams are important. In the first Cyprus represents a peaceful state of consciousness which I found when I was on holiday there. Although I woke up desperately craving a holiday abroad, I am reminded that higher consciousness is not a place to get to, but a state of mind. Virgin Mary is symbolic of this Christ Consciousness, with the horse representing strength and power, two traits I sometimes feel I lack. The photos seem to suggest peace of mind with the perfect teeth being symbolic of security and beauty. Regardless of any deeper meaning, it was a wonderful feeling to look at the photo of my relative as she would be, beautiful and perfect, without the pain that has shaped her life.
In short, the two dreams seen to represent the polarities; consciousness and unconsciousness, being awake and being asleep. In reality we all switch between those states all the time. I can be really aware one minute and then fall into unconscious patterns the next. I guess it’s part of finding our way through life, experiencing the perils of human existence whilst holding our spiritual truth as we can from one situation to the next.
I am thankful for these wonderful dreams, even the scary ones, for they show me where I’m at.