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DREAM REMEMBERED, UPON WAKING,
FRIDAY, 02-05-01(?)
THE DREAM
In this dream, I went down into an
underground area. I was alone when I went down there, and there was
a purpose to it - I was accomplishing something, by the mere fact
of going down there away from the surface; not that I had any
particular task down there. I would accomplish something by my
willingness to suffer being in that area for a period of time
instead of being up above, where I really wanted to be.
The underground area I'd gone into had a very industrial feel to it.
There were many large pipes mounted along the walls, large pumps,
and sunken areas which descended to lower levels. It was quite dark,
but I could just barely see.
After I was down there for a short while, I decided
that I'd been down there long enough. I started moving back the way
I'd come from, slowly, in the dark. I heard a pair of voices -
someone else had come down there. It was a woman and a small boy.
I heard them talking together, approaching where I stood.
Then, I clearly heard something clatter as it dropped. I
heard them discussing together in the dark as they searched for it.
They were in the direction I needed to go. I found myself thinking
as I approached them, that I should try to help them find the item
they'd dropped. When I got close enough to make out their forms, I
saw that they were crouched down at the edge of one of the sunken
areas, peering under some very large (approx. 2 ft. diameter) pipes
into the dark region below. The woman was saying that she though it
had fallen down there, and was asking the boy if he thought he
could find it. I decided that their problem would be difficult to
solve, and that I should keep moving; not letting myself get distracted
from what I needed to accomplish - getting back to the surface. So, I
kept going and didn't stop to talk to them or help.
About twenty feet further, I reached where
I'd originally come down through. It was in a tunnel similar to a
hallway. There were a couple of large pipes on the wall, connected
to a large pump. I knew it to be for pumping natural gas. The opening
I needed to go through was about fifteen feet overhead. There was no
apparent ladder. It didn't occur to me to wonder how I'd made the
descent in the first place. I was focused on how to get back up &
out. I considered using the pump as a step-stool, then scaling the wall
by clinging onto the pipes. I decided against it. I figured there was
a risk that one of the pipes might fail under my weight, and my lit
cigarette might cause an explosion. I put out my cigarette, and then
noticed that the wall in front of me had little depressions scattered
in a regular pattern over its surface. It looked like they went all
the way up; a possible way out if I used them as hand & foot holds.
They seemed to all be the same, as if intentionally put there; a flat
bottom surface about eight(?) inches wide, a curved upper surface, and
extended into the wall about five(?) inches of depth. The entire wall,
including the depressions was dark; black. I could see the details,
though, due to the light coming down from the opening above. I decided
to try it.
I was very nervous when I began the ascent, feeling
that I was endangering myself and being foolhardy. After climbing a
few feet, though, I realized it was going to work. All I needed to do
was continue doing what I was doing, & I'd get out without any
problem. It was achievable. Reaching the top, I realized that the
opening wasn't very big; barely large enough for me to squeeze through.
I got my arms up through, and my head, and hung there for a brief
moment gathering strength for the push up and out. I saw that I was
emerging from something like a manhole opening on a raised mound.
The mound was perhaps five feet diameter by three feet high. There
was grass around the mound, and about ten feet in front of where I
was facing, the edge of a channel of water. It was like a slow-moving
river. It was a beautiful clear day, with a few fluffy clounds in
the sky. I could see that beyond the river, there was a grassy slope
of about twenty or thirty feet leading up to a roadway.
There were people walking and riding bicycles on the roadway,
and people scattered about on the grassy area with blankets, etc.,
as if having picnics. It was like a pleasantly festive Sunday afternoon
on a summer's day. I realized that on one of the blankets,
there was a pair of young girls - one of whom had seen that
I was emerging from this manhole opening. Her eyes were wide in
surprise.
I continued my task, of extracting myself from the
opening. It was a tight squeeze; barely possible. I remember thinking
to myself in the dream, that it was kind of like being born. I
managed it, though. When I was finished, and standing next to the
access mound, I turned my attention to where I was. I was standing
on a grassy slope, similar to what I'd seen on the other side of the
channel. There was a roadway on this side, also, and people passing
by there. I ascended the slope, heading for the road. Nearing the
top, a couple of young girls stopped me, asking for my autograph.
I had the feeling that although she didn't look the same, the girl
I responded to first was the same girl who'd seen me emerging. It
didn't occur to me to wonder how she'd got from there to here so
quickly. I signed their autograph books, chatting with them as I
did so. The dream sequence faded as I moved up onto the roadway.
WHAT IT MEANS
I consider this to have been what I call a
"Summational;" dream, summarizing a sequence of events
comprising a phase or stage of life, and predicting a probable outcome.
The time spent underground is the time during which I'd been isolated
from the normal functions of society.
The purpose of being down there was to be out of the way -
to let the world do as it would
during the time period I was getting set in the methods of recovery,
and not allow myself to be a target for further hostilities from
the monsters who'd damaged me. The time in deep concealment was
a pennance, of a sort; proof of my innocence of the hostile actions
I'd been falsely accused of. Also, time to allow the
wrongful actions and tendencies of others to generate the negative
consequences they deserved without my presence - proof,
that I was not a negative influence involved in certain situations.
I don't know yet, what to make of the woman and boy I encountered
while down there. Perhaps they just represent
the potential of being distracted from the goal of re-engaging with
the process of living.
Finding the hand and foot holds represents
finding a way to achieve my goals -
seemingly, a dangerous and difficult undertaking,
requiring genuine effort on my part, doing something which
I had (have) no prior experience in - but, achievable without much
risk or difficulty once I actually began the process.
I believe this is the stage (of the process displayed by the dream)
which I was at when this dream happened - climbing the wall.
Reaching the surface and getting out was a tight squeeze.
It indicates that I'll succeed, and be changed in the process
similar to being born again; my personality and circumstances will
change for the better.
The young girls represent society;
my efforts and success will be noticed,
and will generate both approval and respect;
the attainment of social status, as indicated by the concept
of autographs.
The roadway which I arrived onto represents the pathway of future
actions and endeavors; the state of being actively engaged into
worldly affairs.
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