Monday, June 22, 2009
Kendalee has inspired me to write about a recurring dream. This one used to come to me between the ages of 8 and 12. I would be home alone, or outdoors and alone, and a wolf-man would come looking for me. It was always a game of sorts, kind of like hide and seek. Through the window I would watch him coming up the driveway, and I would have seconds to stow myself away somewhere clever. One of two things would happen when he found me, which he always did: I would wake up right away, or I would start floating just out of reach. Sometimes I would even fly.
Dream experts have likened flying to a symbol of freedom, immortality, or even sex, but for me it felt like an example of my ability to save myself from most dire circumstances. I felt, during these moments just above ground, that I could count on myself, that I could write my own story, and that no one could stop me. I was essentially controlling my dream and changing it from nightmare to euphoria.
This makes me love myself. I know, weird.
Thank you Kendalee for inspiring this back in time dream journey.