This morning I dreamed I was attending the birthday party of a young, attractive man. The man had an obsession with health, and kept beautiful green broccoli in little wooden drawers that he’d built into the walls of his room. He talked about the joys of eating broccoli all day long, and for him, it was both a physical and spiritual need. He also stored big plastic bags of fresh ground beef covered in black pepper. Something that would normally not be so appealing, raw beef, somehow looked beautiful covered in the pepper inside the plastic. At the party there were horses running on the front lawn of his house. I reached out my hand to pet a beautiful white mare, but she walked right into me, knocking me down. Not with intention, not with aggression, it was as if she couldn’t help herself, but she didn’t mean to hurt me. I wanted to leave the party but my clothes were missing. I walked around naked with a green blanket wrapped around my body. As I struggled to cover myself, I found myself standing in a public place, a museum perhaps. The blanket kept falling and slipping, my body being exposed, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself secure. I made my way to a secluded part of the building, and as hordes of people flocked past me, I finally found my favorite pair of jeans. I slipped them on as the green blanket fell to the floor, then I spotted my shirt sitting just to my right. It looked as warm and as dear as a trusted friend. End of dream.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Thursday Morning from My Side of the Bed
This morning I dreamed I was attending the birthday party of a young, attractive man. The man had an obsession with health, and kept beautiful green broccoli in little wooden drawers that he’d built into the walls of his room. He talked about the joys of eating broccoli all day long, and for him, it was both a physical and spiritual need. He also stored big plastic bags of fresh ground beef covered in black pepper. Something that would normally not be so appealing, raw beef, somehow looked beautiful covered in the pepper inside the plastic. At the party there were horses running on the front lawn of his house. I reached out my hand to pet a beautiful white mare, but she walked right into me, knocking me down. Not with intention, not with aggression, it was as if she couldn’t help herself, but she didn’t mean to hurt me. I wanted to leave the party but my clothes were missing. I walked around naked with a green blanket wrapped around my body. As I struggled to cover myself, I found myself standing in a public place, a museum perhaps. The blanket kept falling and slipping, my body being exposed, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself secure. I made my way to a secluded part of the building, and as hordes of people flocked past me, I finally found my favorite pair of jeans. I slipped them on as the green blanket fell to the floor, then I spotted my shirt sitting just to my right. It looked as warm and as dear as a trusted friend. End of dream.
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I thought it was more obvious than that. The horse represents someone who has unintentionally hurt me, and being without clothes is my feeling of vulnerability because of that. The blanket that doesn't cover me is my attempt and failure to protect myself, and the finding of the clothes is the knowing that I can find my way out of the pain and that ultimately, I am the only one who can do that. No, the meat wasn't shared, in fact, I forgot that in the dream I had thoughts of stealing the meat. Anyway, I know nothing. Thanks for your take on things. Interesting. Katie
6:52 PM
A dead what? A dead what? I don't get it Joseph!
Forgive me, I know nothing of dreams. Seth says that we also have our own personal symbols in dreams, like for me, green is a color I really don't like. In fact, I have a strong, negative reaction to green. (Except the green in nature.) Broccoli is the only vegetable my daughter will or has ever eaten, so broccoli is a big part of my life as a mother. And the horse has been my favorite animal since I was 5. Also beef; I hadn't eaten beef in years but suddenly starting eating it a few months ago. There's always been this thing in my house about beef being "bad," because David doesn't eat it and he's also got very strong opinions. So the fact that in the dream the beef was beautiful to me, and that I wanted to steal it, I found more personal perhaps.
In any case, I love to hear your interpretations, it all goes into the mix and gives us back something that just might have an ounce of truth to it. But life's just too much of a mystery to figure these things out, don't you think?
Much love to you Joseph, you rock, you really do.
Well I'm a 27 year old woman and I've got it all figured out, too. No, seriously, I'm not 27, I'm 37...38...
And I did know it was a horse, I was just pullin' your tail.
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