14 hours and counting
It's been a whirlwind since returning to NYC.
My dreams are filled with little messages and I wake up knowing that something is happening, somehow I am communicating with my inner self on the dream plane. I struggle to remember the dreams, and often to interpret them. There is an overarching feeling, however, that permeates when I wake up and I trust that something is actually going on.
For example, Sunday evening I had an intense dream about a quasi-friend whom I talk with infrequently. It was a dream where he'd turned his life upside down and then came to me, I think, to deal with it. First, why would I deal with someone else's life and someone else's problems? And second, why would that theme come up in a dream about this particular person, a person I've tended to choose to carry in the past? And third, what was I really working through? Was I predicting the future or was this more a dream about me? This is what flooded my mind when I woke up. I remember distinctly feeling that I didn't know how to help and I didn't want to. I remember feeling clear.
Two days later I received a one line email from this person and upon reflection, I actually believe the dream was simply a little warning light, to alert me and allow me to order my thoughts and feelings. (I am right now having an A-HA! moment...) And, you know, that little thing, that little gift - a dream that allowed me a space to reflect away from the interaction - was quite immense.
Of course I still wrote a provocative comment in my response to him... I wonder what THAT was about? :)
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