
![]() ![]() | I had a dream last night that I awoke to early this morning with it fresh in my mind. I reference the 'clearness' of memory of the dream because most dreams I have are not remembered without some real effort {and often not at all}. I attribute this type dream to its importance. Dreams that lose their energy upon waking are, in my mind, normal dreams that hold a message but not one central to a new phase or important need in the dreamer's life {at the time of the dream}. After I pen the dream and the interpretation you will better understand my thinking. By the way. I knew when I awoke what the dream was 'primarily' about. By primarily I mean the main focus of the dream. Because I, as did Jung, believe every image {every dream} has at least two interpretations/meanings/applications, there is usually a primary focus on one of the applications. I knew what this dream was about immediately, as I often do with my dreams I remember so vividly. Why is this true? I believe it is because I am aware of my life, consciously and unconsciously, having identified, confronted and resolved those old emotional issues that so strongly governed my early life, and I am consciously aware of the new issues. This 'knowledge' is a part of the 'Individuation Process'' I have actively and consciously engaged over the past 21 years. The Dream I was working for an unknown person who owned a construction business. We {myself, owner?, other employees} were at a wholesaler to pick up a load of materials. There were several men in the material yard, some who who worked with me, others who were employees for the wholesaler. None I could identified specifically but it 'felt' I knew most of them. My boss was around but not actually visible {I could hear him speaking to other people in the office and yard}. I got the impression, without actually seeing him during the dream, he looked like the actor Patrick Steward. As we were loading the truck I was told by a fellow employee the boss didn't have the money to pay for the materials but to go ahead and load the materials anyway, not letting the whole sellers know this. But it seemed as if the whole sellers knew this already, or didn't care. They loaded the truck with the materials that looked to be stacks of plasterboard {4'x8' standard dimensions}, all stacked in neat rows. They made sure the truck was loaded properly on the truck bed. The vehicle was a strange looking vehicle, one that looked as if it were the type to carry such a load but not the normal truck used to haul materials. As it was being loaded I was told I would drive the truck to its destination although I had no experience in driving this type vehicle . I was taken back a bit, thinking I was to drive the vehicle, concerned of the heavy load as well as the type vehicle {a mixture of a crane hauled by a very heavy truck but without the boon but with a flat rear bed-see image}. We loaded the truck without any problems {I got the impression the wholesale workers knew their job very well} and everyone was smiling and happy, as if it were a Friday, time for the weekend and satisfied with a final job well done for the week. I got into the truck and started it up. I had to back the truck up and turn it around to go out the only exit available from the yard. It was a cumbersome truck to drive and without experience driving a this type heavy duty vehicle made it even more so. I got it turned around and headed toward the exit. I had to go up a steep but short hill to exit the yard and it 'seemed' as if I were in sandy/muddy conditions {as if the ground were wet but not so muddy it was not traversal}. Bu because of the steepness and ground conditions the truck could not make it up the hill with the heavy load. Before I could get stressed about this a yard worker jumped on the truck and lower a metal handle that was on the left side of the cab. It was a mechanism that shifted the weight from the back to the front {not aware of such a device} , evening the load over the whole truck. That allowed me to slowly drive the truck out of the yard and onto the street. I remember driving very slow and getting used to the vehicle, gaining some confidence as I drove. But I knew it was still a drive ahead of me and I needed to be cautious. end of dream. |
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