Thursday, January 7, 2010
Passing through the Window
Thais believe that seeing dead people in a dream is very lucky which is why there are always lottery vendors at funerals. But what if you see yourself dead?
In last night's dream I was a fugitive being hunted through the wilds of Alaska, I think it was during the gold rush. I'm crawling through the snow wearing a lot of furs and one of those Russian looking hats. Anyway I'm caught by someone, a posse I imagine. I'm thrown into a cage on the back of train and we begin a long and epic journey through snowy, desolate terrain. I distinctly remember being unshaven.
At some frontier outpost I manage to escape and find myself in a two-story building. But they come after me. There is a bloody shootout, me versus what looks like Seventh Cavalry uniforms. It's very bloody. My last enemy has his legs blown off and I crouch over him, but he turns himself over on one arm and shoots me between the eyes with the other.
And here's the thing, I feel myself get colder and colder and the world getting dark and it's not scary like I thought it would be. When I look out of the window I see a woman escaping on a white horse. I realize that she was with me the whole time. She is the one I have been protecting on the train journey, only I didn't see her before.
As I wake up, I continue to die, so the two sensations cross-dissolve very slowly. So my waking moments are as dreamlike as my dream was real.
... As a committed Jungian I would point out that the woman on the white horse is clearly a representation of the anima and that the dream is clearly not about death but about survival ... transformation ... it's in fact a highly positive dream about how things are going to change this year.
I said anima, not enema! Jeeze!
Posted by Somtow at 10:06 AM