Another Dream: Objectivity
An Accounting of a Dream
I hope you’ve enjoyed the poems from the past few days. They are heavily centered on propaganda, and the individual seeking to free the self from external influence and authority. That’s pretty heavy stuff. Not that it’s not an important as we enter this terrible phase of things around us, currently, but things will be lightening up a little bit here, at least for a few days.
I like to use pseudonyms. It puts a person in a position apart from the self, in a way. For me it creates a sense of objectivity so I can see myself almost like a separate subject from what I’m observing.
2010
A dream of being submerged in water can often, but not necessarily symbolize negative things, even if you are swimming. It is supposedly an indicator of a very emotional state, or some kind of emotional situation that can be overwhelming or intense.
In this dream I was in a swimming pool, and I went underwater. I was moving through the water as though I was walking. It was an everyday situation, except for the fact everyone and everything was underwater. There was a waiter with a tray, there was a woman drinking coffee, there were people working and talking, as if preoccupied. All underwater.
As I continued, the swimming pool became a series of corridors, almost like a maze, and I was taking in what was around me. I trying to swim now, but it was difficult, because I was watching what was going on all around me.
It was irritating, because as I moved along, trying to stay straight, I kept getting grasped on my ankles and wrists by people swimming by. I felt harassed. Someone grasped and pulled my ankle so hard that it straightened my body out and now I was pointing straight down a corridor.
Briefly looking back I saw someone from behind, swimming away from me. I had to change my focus to swimming straight ahead in order to find my way out of this awful situation with these annoying people grasping and pawing me.
As I looked straight ahead and began concentrating on getting out of this maze, more and more people began appearing and passing me moving in the opposite direction and they were randomly grasping my ankles and wrists as they swam along. I began to see that this had the effect of propelling them forward, propelling me in the opposite direction of them, which was forward for me, and it also kept my body straight as I moved through the corridor. Then I also began grasping others in this way because it was helping me to keep myself moving forward as I swam, and it kept us all from colliding.
The scene changed so that I was now pulling back and viewing from above, and I could see these corridors and all the people swimming in them, and that the grasping and pulling was a method that everyone was using to keep the crowded corridor moving smoothly while simultaneously propelling themselves and each other in the directions they needed to be moving in. The End.
Life is an emotional situation, and things are not always what they first appear to be. What can seem at first like annoyances, and what are annoyances, sometimes prove to be necessary, natural patterns.
Some things never change.
And, some things do.
For the Wonder,
“Commercial” Herschel Sterling