Last night , I had two sets of dreams interrupted by a waking spell
The first involved a group of people on some kind of common mission or perhaps competition. Each made independent progress. The point seemed to be that success was dependent on balancing the progress in the first half of the (day's) journey with the second half. Progress was measured by lots of grey rock - not travelled over but passed by, like sailing past cliffs. Each participant came to a meeting with a portfolio of progress, pictures of grey rock that looked like graphs. The balancing might have had something to do with the areas under each part of the graph.
The second was a preparation dream, getting prepared to go someplace. The big item that needed to be taken care of was sewing my old baseball glove - restitching the piece that goes between the thumb and forefinger, the leather webbing that keeps the ball from getting through that gap , which had come loose. Of course, I don't have an old baseball glove, but this glove was fairly vivid, a small, kids' size one of soft, yellow leather. It needed some other repairs too, which I got done, sewing with tough clear monofilament like thread, but putting the webbing back in was the important part, and, of course, I was always being interupted, so that it never got done. The glove wasn't for my own use, but, I think, for my wife's, although she wasn't present in the dream. I was also doing preparation work on other things that were keeping me from the glove; fixing a sewing machine and attaching something to one of the vans we were going to use to tow our boats, so I guess we were going to a regatta. Where we were going may have shifted during the dream, as those things do, but the importance of the glove never diminished.
What is this...?
What am I trying to do here? I guess that's a question it's important to ask before starting a blog. It's a little different than just jotting stuff down in a word file somewhere on your hard drive. Even though I have told no one that I'm doing this and I'm not sure I ever will, people may stumble upon it.
I have often wondered if my life would change in any important ways if I paid more attention to my dreams. I guess I started thinking about dreams many years ago when I first read Carlos Castenada. In his exposition of the Yaqui way of knowledge, becoming a deliberate actor in your dreams - willing yourself to dream of a certain place or person - is a path to power.
Some dreams are much more vivid than others - seem to have purpose and direction that are quite relevant. For instance, I recently dreamed of working on an important and powerful scheme of some kind (I'm not sure just what it was), but I knew I was creating a paper trail, actually, a pile of papers on my desk, that was going to somehow interfere with the schemes success. This was very vivid and very much like the pile of papers I have let accumulate on my desk over the past couple of months - things I know I have to deal with, but keep putting off.
I hope that by committing myself to record dreams here, that I will get better at remembering them and noting their relevance to my life. They may even give some kind of early warning to problems looming ahead.
I am not going to promise that everything that appears here will be an accurate report of what occurred during last night's sleep. Most will be, but some might not be. Caveat emptor. However, everything here will be the fevered creation of my own brain.
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