"A person's life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the detours of art, or love or passionate work, those one or two images in the presence of which his heart first opened."
My Dreams -
When I first learned of the cancer, I dreamed I was invaded by aliens. I finally understood horror movies, and why they had appeal.
Then, this morning, I dream that a man has killed a young woman a mile and half from where I live. Though I am alarmed in the dream, no one else seems to be paying attention. I call other women friends, and say we must all spend the night in the same place so we will be safe. I find a hotel suite for us, and keep closing windows and drapes, and locking doors, which keep flinging back open, and when there is a strange man at the door I don’t let him in. Some agree we might gather together for safety, and others feel no need. The fear dissipates like wisps of summer fog. I know I am safe.
Then, I am in a huge classroom, sitting in my usual place on the aisle, but this time, though I feel jovial, I realize I don’t like school. I am one of the few people who actually enjoyed school, and in the dream, I am thinking, no, I don’t. I’ve had enough school. I then misbehave by my standards, and don’t come right in when we are called. The teacher gives me a wink. I can see that she thinks it is great that I am not obeying the “rules.” I then can’t find my seat. I see that I can sit anywhere, or not at all. This is fun!
Then, we are supposed to pay for supplies with two $1.00 bills. I note that mine are not the same. One is made of that new plastic paper that comes in oddly shaped colors. I am enchanted that my currency is modern, fun, and unique.
This is an extreme dream for me, and different from my usual swimming, butterflies, boats, and birds and I feel honors the changes occurring, within and without.
When I was in fourth grade I was chosen to be Rapunzel because of my long, blonde hair. That hair has stayed with me as what seemed a safe curtain, as something I understood, though now white and silver blend in with the blonde. Soon that hair will fall out, and I will experience baldness for awhile, and then, it will probably come in curly, and who knows what color. It is odd to feel the changes within so visibly announced, and it feels fun. I am out of the rigidity of the classroom, and my hair, like a jack-in-the-box can disappear and then go wild.
And now, I feel myself free from the box, and hopping joyfully about.
Who cares about hair? That was the 60's. I am alive in 2005, and beyond!
Blessings to you all,