Birth / Politics dream February 8, 2000
So many times in my life I have imagined that someone would come up to me and tell me that they recognize me, tell me about my true family. I can’t explain why this feeling persists, but I have never given up hope I will turn the corner one day and experience this reality much like I experienced in this dream.
This morning I had a dream I was at a conference or meeting of some kind. It was just about to end and we were getting ready to leave when a man came up to me. He waited until the room cleared a bit so he could speak to me without much distraction.
He said that he recognized me and knew who I was. This surprised me of course because I had no idea who he was. He explained that he had seen many pictures of me as I was growing up. The family I lived with in Calgary had sent these pictures to someone he knew. Considering I have no pictures of myself from childhood, this was also a bit of a surprise. He did tell me who this person that received the pictures was, but once I was awake I could no longer recall the name.
I was curious about what he knew about me. What I was like as a child, where I was from? Who was I? But he began to walk away as I started asking questions, not telling me anything. I stopped him as I started to cry, becoming desperate for information. But no matter what I said he would not tell me any more. Just as I gave up and he was turning to go, he said I was very important to these people that received the pictures, and then he took his leave. It was frustrating beyond measure to finally meet someone who knew about my birth parents and then not be able to get the answers. Still!
The dream changed at that point and I found myself with a young boy and his family. He had an accent and his skin was golden brown. He was trying to explain about the politics during the time of my birth and the influence they had on my life. I couldn’t hear him properly, couldn’t understand what he was telling me, it was like being in a tunnel where everything said has an echo and sound is distorted. Once again I was close to someone who had answers! How frustrating that I couldn’t grasp them– to lose them like sand through my fingers. I woke up at that point, left with more questions than ever.
As I do not follow politics, I was at a loss as to why the political struggles at the time of my birth would affect my situation. The clue was in the nationality of this young man attempting to pass on information of such importance. Upon waking, I unfortunately could not identify where he was from. Having such a limited understanding of world politics I could not figure out where to begin looking. There simply was not enough information and so I let it be for the time.
Although I had many clues along the way, the time between receiving them, and the fact they came in no particular order made it difficult to piece them together. There really did not seem to be any logic to much of what I was being told. Until you find the keystone that locks specific events together, it is difficult to see the connections.
The situation of which he was speaking has only recently come to my attention. Of course now that I have more key information, it all fits together and I wonder why I could not see it before. However, another shard has returned.
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