In our last outing, we gazed into the Misty Mirror and investigated the murky world of dreams. We learned that dreams come from our smart-aleck subconscious mind. We learned that interpreting dreams can be daunting for the novice. We learned that with a little practice and the right tools, we can interpret our dreams. We learned that Joe’s cat likes candy bars and whipped cream. So now let me bare my soul and reveal my innermost private dreams to you, solely for the purpose of eliciting a faint chuckle from your world-weary heart and nourishing your entertainment-starved soul.
For example, I have a recurring dream where I’m walking down a steep sidewalk. After a time I realize it’s much easier if I simply lift my feet up, and let myself float slowly down the hill. I’m surprised this never occurred to me when I’m awake; it seems so obvious.
One is tempted to categorize this dream as a variation of the wish-fulfillment “flying” dream that many people have. That seems unlikely. As flying techniques go, the “floating” method is pathetic. It is too cumbersome and slow; it would be faster if I stumbled, fell, and rolled down the hill. Remember, however, the games that the mind plays. Notice that in the dream I’m “going downhill.” This is a euphemism for deteriorating in some manner, and is often used to describe what happens as one ages. The dream can therefore be seen as a cryptic depiction of the fear of aging. The ingenious solution presented in the dream is to stop resisting, to just relax and enjoy the ride. A sound philosophical principle, worthy of an Eastern guru, presented for free in a thirty second dream! Imagine the wealth of wisdom being overlooked, as we carelessly ignore our dreams.
A superb case is the recent dream of mine in which my wife had me take her to the doctor. When we arrived, it turned out that she had made the appointment for me, not her, and had used subterfuge to get me there. Apparently I was to receive a shot to clear up a few blemishes or other imperfections, and to prevent future occurrences. I hadn’t been aware that I had these imperfections, but women are more astute about such things.
The temptation is to view this dream negatively. It may seem that my wife is in some way unhappy with me, and thinks some mysterious medical procedure is necessary to rectify my deficiencies. If we meet Mr. Sly Subconscious on his own level, however, the darkness is illuminated.
Observe that the imperfections that prompted the doctor visit are trivial. Yet, my wife goes to great lengths to have them corrected. Obviously, if more serious defects existed, they would be addressed first. Therefore, they don’t exist. The dream obviously means that my wife is so happy with me that she can only find the most minor of faults. Further, her regard for me is such that she is willing to help eradicate even these minor imperfections. My heart nearly bursts with love and gratitude when I think of my wife’s feelings for me. Thus, my marriage has been immeasurably strengthened by this dream, and by my ability to accurately interpret it.
I see the Misty Mirror is fogging up badly now, making reflections almost impossible to decipher. Or else it’s my nap time. Either way, it’s time we get on out of here. Join us next time as we delve further into the dream world, as we hear Joe say, “That dream was awesome! I never realized chocolate milkshakes were a health food, as long as you add spinach!”