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I hate it when I can't remember my dreams, or remember only fragments. It's like being deprived of part of my own life.
Last night's dreams combined images of work, family, spirituality. . .
In one, someone from work had decorated a classroom around a theme that I think related to a book. When I went in, I found dozens of black and white drawings of people hanging from the ceiling, and as many models of ravens. The overall impact was of a lot of black all massed together above peoples' heads. I didn't like it at all, but everyone with me was enthusiastic. The man who did the decorating was especially eager for me to like it. I'm not sure why.
The dream continued on, and I was in another large room filled with medical examination tables, each of which had a person from work or school. A doctor was working his way through the room examining us, but when he got to me the exam was more thorough, checking my body in a way that required him to lift my gown. I told him to stop, that I didn't want him doing that in a room with other people, and he hadn't examined the others that way so why was he doing it with me. I don't think that he had an answer.
Then he shone his little flashlight onto my forehead, and it revealed the hole in the third eye position where the black crystal went in. He found it very interesting -- and did not seem surprised, as if he had been expecting it. Thinking about it now, I'm wondering if this was a more subtle version of my periodic boundary-testing dreams.
Last night's dreams combined images of work, family, spirituality. . .
In one, someone from work had decorated a classroom around a theme that I think related to a book. When I went in, I found dozens of black and white drawings of people hanging from the ceiling, and as many models of ravens. The overall impact was of a lot of black all massed together above peoples' heads. I didn't like it at all, but everyone with me was enthusiastic. The man who did the decorating was especially eager for me to like it. I'm not sure why.
The dream continued on, and I was in another large room filled with medical examination tables, each of which had a person from work or school. A doctor was working his way through the room examining us, but when he got to me the exam was more thorough, checking my body in a way that required him to lift my gown. I told him to stop, that I didn't want him doing that in a room with other people, and he hadn't examined the others that way so why was he doing it with me. I don't think that he had an answer.
Then he shone his little flashlight onto my forehead, and it revealed the hole in the third eye position where the black crystal went in. He found it very interesting -- and did not seem surprised, as if he had been expecting it. Thinking about it now, I'm wondering if this was a more subtle version of my periodic boundary-testing dreams.
