Crossroads Dream December 14, 2017
I am not able to sleep after waking from my dream. I was wandering in a place I did not know, alone and lost. I had no car, no belongings, no money, just wandering. I can remember standing in a field unsure of where to go, watching a group of young people coming towards me. As they came closer they had to hop a fence to where I was standing. I was thinking I should head the way they came from, not knowing why.
There was a couple, not sure when or where I met them, just suddenly they were with me. I think I made her uncomfortable because she felt her husband was too keen on helping me. So I found myself at a crossroad as he put a blanket around my shoulders and said good-bye.
I could see a market of some kind ahead of me and decided to go there and maybe get something to eat. As I entered the area things became rather dark and dirty, very much like my impression of third world slums. As I watched the stall owners whose auras were very dark and foreboding, I decided I no longer wanted to eat and turned to leave.
I woke up at this point with a very strong image of the sea turtle, although I did not see one at any time during the dream. But I was aware of its presence and I was also very concerned. I felt a heaviness around me, but am unsure of why and cannot get back to sleep.
Thinking about the message of the dream later this morning, I wondered if standing at the crossroads and being in such a dark and lonely place was a representation of my past, of what I am leaving. Strange as it seems, leaving a long lasting bad situation is not that easy because it’s familiar and comfortable in its repetitive nature, you know what to expect.
I read the sea turtle is one of the oldest creatures on earth. The Hawaiians believe sea turtles are excellent navigators and when pushed off course will usually find their way home. Is this why the sea turtles presence was so strongly felt? It was there to help me find my way home – I just need to release myself from my dark and lonely past.
This reminds me of something I was told in a dream the previous week where my son, Lucas, said, “The closer you get to home, the closer you will be to where it all began.” Connecting this message to the dream this morning inspired me to begin writing this book, Finding Home. It is time.
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