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from 17th March
Two memorable dreams last night. In the first, I basically took the road less travelled, and found peace and beauty. In terms of the details, I turned off the regular route that I took to [place], assuming that the alternate route would loop back and join me up again a little further down the road*. Instead, I found myself in terrain that I would not have thought was there, not in suburbia but in barely touched coastal scrub. The road wound to an unexpected height, at which point I could see a stretch of coast, islands I had previously not been aware of, and a calm ocean to the horizon. The plan was then to go to one of those islands, and live out my life there. Interpretation on this one seems quite simple - I’m doing things different (work/career) wise for the first time in nearly a decade, and have been a bit worried about how this might pan out once I’ve finished my degree. This is my brain telling me that it will be fine.
The second dream happened in two parts. The first was at some kind of party, where I found myself chatting to a woman who was related to a friend. No real details stick of that part of the dream, although there was a message I was supposed to pass on to my friend. In the second part of the dream, I caught up with the friend whose sister I had been talking to. I struggled to remember the name of the sister, and said friend had more than one (none of whom I knew anything about), so there was some back and forth until I remembered some detail that identified which sister I was talking of. Except that said sister had been dead for 15 years. I was about to pass on the message (which I still don’t know what it was) when the alarm went off. For the next hour or so, I felt guilty about not being in a position to pass on the message, because I was so convinced it was important.
* basically assuming that I was taking the other two sides of a square. Interestingly, this is a particular internal map that has been coming up in dreams for many years, and is roughly located in Floreat. In this dream, I was surprised to find that there was a road that I didn’t recognise.
Two memorable dreams last night. In the first, I basically took the road less travelled, and found peace and beauty. In terms of the details, I turned off the regular route that I took to [place], assuming that the alternate route would loop back and join me up again a little further down the road*. Instead, I found myself in terrain that I would not have thought was there, not in suburbia but in barely touched coastal scrub. The road wound to an unexpected height, at which point I could see a stretch of coast, islands I had previously not been aware of, and a calm ocean to the horizon. The plan was then to go to one of those islands, and live out my life there. Interpretation on this one seems quite simple - I’m doing things different (work/career) wise for the first time in nearly a decade, and have been a bit worried about how this might pan out once I’ve finished my degree. This is my brain telling me that it will be fine.
The second dream happened in two parts. The first was at some kind of party, where I found myself chatting to a woman who was related to a friend. No real details stick of that part of the dream, although there was a message I was supposed to pass on to my friend. In the second part of the dream, I caught up with the friend whose sister I had been talking to. I struggled to remember the name of the sister, and said friend had more than one (none of whom I knew anything about), so there was some back and forth until I remembered some detail that identified which sister I was talking of. Except that said sister had been dead for 15 years. I was about to pass on the message (which I still don’t know what it was) when the alarm went off. For the next hour or so, I felt guilty about not being in a position to pass on the message, because I was so convinced it was important.
* basically assuming that I was taking the other two sides of a square. Interestingly, this is a particular internal map that has been coming up in dreams for many years, and is roughly located in Floreat. In this dream, I was surprised to find that there was a road that I didn’t recognise.
