| Thinker : Dreams : Deleted the Wrong One | |||||
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I can barely remember this dream, there are major parts that I don't remember at all. What good is a dream if you don't remember the whole thing? Are dreams like science or programming: if one dotted "i" is out of place the whole thing breaks? or are dreams holographic lenses in which each part, no matter how small or large reflects the entire structure?
I am in a shack in a remote place near a small two lane highway. We may be on or next to water. In the shack, I find a herbalist. I show her a vile of brown powder. It is full. I say I need more. She gave me the original, can she identify it? She says it is Valerian root and gives me a dose from my bottle with water. I am watching a movie on the couch. In the final scene, there are four people. Somehow the man disappears. I am sad. The story is a tear-jerker. One woman in the movie blurts out "I deleted the wrong one! That one was me." I laugh. [She had intended to get rid of the pesky deep inner source, which was woman #2 in the movie. She got rid of the man instead. He was a projection of and from woman #1. I laughed because the story had a good ending for me, not for woman #1. Deleting the man was supposed to delete the higher self, woman #2. But the ego, woman #1, lives in a world of mirrors. She didn't realize that the man it deleted was a projection of itself. The woman #2 was the honest and true Self.] As I laugh, I turn my head to the back room. There are three or four friends there. They are almost duplicates of the people in the movie, same looks, same actions, same intentions. Real life (in the dream) is mirroring the movie. It's a good guess that my real life is also following the dream: movie, shack life, real life. |
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First written Wed, Jan 6, 1999 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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