a dream fragment Sunday morning
January 22, 2012
I am supposedly in Disneyland, but a very strange underworld dream Disneyland that does not include fun fantasy rides, but weird exaggerations of things in everyday life--storefronts, businesses, and curiously dark dwellings. There are many people on the streets and passageways of this place. Their spirits seem individually festive, but their is a certain sad sense of chaotic silence in the place. I accept it as it is. After all this is a dream.
My mental state is apprehensive, bordering on frantic and desperate. I am trying to do something that is not quite clear. I believe I am trying to sell some goods that I have in my possession. I am in urgent need of money. I wander this dark Disneyland with a sense that time is running out for me.
In my mind I have an awareness that I am in this Disneyland with a group from my church. We are being paid to do something but I'm not sure what that thing is. As the dream progresses, my mission becomes more ambiguous, my mental state becomes more lacking in direction, and I am more confused about where I am and what I am supposed to be doing.
Then I seem to emerge in a somewhat brighter place--perhaps I've gone outdoors now. I come to a well-known steak house chain location. Chris, a young pastor from my church is standing at the entrance of the restaurant. He calmly says to me, "I think we've got a big problem." He doesn't appear to be angry.
He explains that the park management is unhappy with what I've been doing while I was supposed to be working for the park. (Now the park is no longer Dream Disneyland but Knott's Berry Farm). Our church is going to have to return the money the park paid us to do what we were going to do. And now, due to my actions of taking care of my own business on company time we were relinquishing our pay. The explanation is matter-of-fact, coming across to me with no tone of judgement.
I am--concerned--I'm not sure exactly what it all means. And then after I wake up I think I know the meaning of the dream.
That's as much background as I'll give you. You tell me if you think this dream is delivering a message. What is your interpretation of what that message is saying?
All I can say is that I've been thinking about this dream--this message--all day. It got me thinking about my life in general. I've been doing a lot more of that lately. Maybe it has something to do with my impending birthday next week. I won't say how old, but it's older than I used to be. But still I do dream.
And I have miles to go before I sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Will my journey be long? Or much shorter than I think? Time will tell. Time is bad at keeping secrets.
...but that's another post for another day.