The Instigator

~A Lesson in Dream Interpretation~

Dreams are like blueprints of our conciousness. They reveal to us the things that we have etched on our heart, and if we pay attention, they show us how to deal with the trama's of life.

I was woken up this morning by a dream. At 5:56am

It all happened on a sunday, I remember that. A girl that is familiar to me, called me. In the dream, we were disillusioned with each other.
She called, though, at 11:30am. Not only had she taken the initiative to call, but also to ask me to meet her for lunch.

It so happens that in waking life we are quite disillusioned also, and quite recently I heard from her, out of the blue.

Sometime before 12:30pm I saw her in my house, though we did not speak. She apeared about to be preparing for our rendevous.

I wonder now if in the dream she was actually in my house, or if somehow I was projecting that? It really seemed like she was, because while she was there I took a shower and by the time I got out of the shower, she was no longer in the house.

We had aranged to meet at 12:30pm. There seemed to be many things delaying me. Many people were living in the house and that was to be my excuse for being late. Something like, 'you know how it is in these houses.'
Initially, being a little late didn't seem to alarm me.

I seemd comfortable blaming others and using them as an excuse for my behavior. Does this relate to waking life?

I don't know if I had left the house yet or not, but by 1:30 pm I went back to change my shirt because I had some kind of memory of her more dressed up than I was.
That image was from before, when she was in the house. Again, I don't know if I actually saw her in a dress in my house, but the image was there.
I kept second guessing what I was wearing, unsure of how much to dress up.

The whole process of second guessing myself tells me a lot about me. I tend to do this. Not all the time, but almost always at certain times. Certain situations. How had second guessing myself contributed to my waking life relationship with this girl?
And do I feel that I was compromising myself to impress her?

At some point I managed to finally leave the house. As I was closing the door, up came walking a pair of musical icons of my pre-teen era. I don't know if they lived in the house or had just come for some purpose, but this seemed to delay me further. I finally returned inside the house with the intention of calling my Canadian friend and assuring her that I was on my way.

The buisiness of my house corelates with my revolving door house in Maui, and for that matter, her revolving door house. I tended to resent that, and held contempt against that whole institution for being responsible for the disillusionment which we currently find ourselves.
The musical icons perhaps signifies how I have allowed my own musical ambitions to take priority over everything else. I certainly recognize how my ambitions have cost me much.

It was 2:45 am when I reached for the phone to call her and apologize for being so late, and let her know i was on my way. I wanted her to know that I had not intended to be late. That was a big thing, the desire to clarify intention. Perhaps even, if she thought it to late now to go, we could rebook for next sunday, but I knew that would be our last chance. After that, we were leaving to go seperate ways. I think all of us were.
I remember struggeling to understand how I ever could have gotten so sidetracked that I had become so late for our appointment. I couldn't understand it.

When there was no answer on the other line, I began to worry.
Maybe she had left. I even considered if she was at a local resteraunt waiting for me, though I didn't remember making any plans to meet there. We did not have reservations. I recal thinking that when we caught up to each other that I would love to walk in there and pay the man a 20$ to give us a good table, right away! But I also knew I hadn't the money for that.

There was no still no answer. I called again and got no answer. Eventually either I let it ring long enough or I finally got the phone number right (which I struggled with, because the more stressed I got, the more confusing it became) because her machine picked up.

Her phone number had proved to be such a struggle, though it was only two digits. Maybe that is why it was such a struggle because it was simple enough to confuse. But because I struggled to finally get it right, I actually remember it. It am pretty sure it was 664-4446.

The message started by saying that no one was there and they would be busy evrery day this week. infact, she listed every day of the week.
I knew she lived with her family, cause I was worried one of her parents would answer the phone when I kept calling the number.
I was afraid they would cover for her, because at this point I was getting pretty paranoid that I had pissed her off by being late, and missed all chances of reconciliation.

It may have been that first message or not, but I found myself listening to her phone message, and it was directed at me.
She said that she couldn't believe I had a problem being late, and then she said she had visited my website and she was disapointed because there was barely anything there. I had removed all the pictures.
Then she started crying, and that continued til the machine cut off..

I continued to frantically call her, but never did she pick up the line.

At some point, I again went outside again, but ths time I went into the backyard.
There was a sense I could walk to her house, it was that close. And I could also walk to the resteraunt I wanted to take her to.
It crossed my mind again that she could be there, waiting, we had no reservation and i was unsure why I thought that.

Intuition is a crazy thing. The hardest part is knowing when its intuition speaking or just our desire for things to be a certain way. The struggle to trust my intuition existed in this dream also, as many times it has in waking life.

When I went into the backyard, I saw a wolf looking dog. It was on a chain, so I knew I was safe, but I also knew it was someone's pet and that others like this one had attacked people. Even killed. They were very dangerous.
As soon as I saw the dog, I began hearing a voice over commentary. It sounded exactly like a news anchor doing a story on the dog.

What makes voice overs in dreams so absurd is that they never seem unusual to the dream character. I assume that the voice over is something more like an audio memory. It is the dreams way of showing, distinctly, that the character is remembering something.

The voice over commentary started by comenting on the chain that bound the dog. "You'll notice the ball chain."
It continued by talking about how this particular Japanese Wolf Dog was raised as an emporers guard dog.
Then the phone rang. I thought I was holding a cordless in my hand when I went outside, but for some reason, I had to go inside to get the phone.
Even though the dog was chained up, I still made a wide pass around him.

In my head I could picture myself picking up the reciever, and I was starting to imagine what I would say. Then...
I woke up.

The fact that the dream woke me up seems significant. It seemed to be a part of the point, that so often we miss in dreams and waking life. Like it was saying, "wake up and pay attention now."

When a dream wakes you up it is because the adrenaline in the body is aroused. It's why people wake up when they have nightmares. Fear creates adrenaline.
And when you wake up from a dream, it is often not easy to return to sleep because the adrenaline that woke you up is still there and one needs to relax again.

The dream continued when I went back to sleep, a good thirty minutes later. Only this time, it seemed that a lot of time had gone by.
I was living in a differant house. I remember recieving money in the mail, for the second time, from a friend on the coast. This time he sent me well over 300.oo dollars. I think it was 310.00$

The very same friend, in waking life, actually did send me money just over a week ago. That must have been why in my dream, it was the second time. It is so interesting when dreams incorporate memories of waking life into the dream character. Unlike the voice over memory which was obvious dream memory creation.

Dreams can often happen in fragments, without a lot of filler.
Life is often to full of filler. Steven King is often to full of filler. I appreciate about Law and Order that they fragment their show well enough that most filler is removed and they just stick to the plot.
You know a good movie when they leave out the filler, and you know a dream is worth remembering when it leaves out the filler.

After counting the money, I went online. I had some kind of email or msn message from my Aunt who was in the military. In addition to her message I also recieved one from another couple in the military that I did not know. For some reason I had accsess to thier personal shopping list and could tell that they had put in a request for a supply of eggs.

In reality, I do have an aunt who has retired from military service. A good example of how reality can twist itself in a dream. the dream character had no knowledge of her retirement, but selected traces of my wakibng life memory to support the dream.

The next scene of my dream I found myself in a private jet that was circling a city. From the air, it looked like somewhere in the UK. Inside the jet were stolen weapons.
The jet cirled itseld down unill we landed on the water. It was not like a floater plane at all, so I have no idea how we did this. I remember thinking in my dream how it could be possible. But then subconcious took over again and i was in the dream, with one slight change. The private jet was now a semi truck.

I am pretty sure we met someone on a dock, not far from the military base. I was trying to balance on a life preserver. I was outside of the Jet (before it became a truck) and was standing on a life preserver, drifting toward my rendevous with someone. I made it to the dock and stood on a little platform, and it was about this time that I was seriously questioning how the jet was balancing on the water.
Perhaps because of this, the dream moved forward rapidly and I was no longer at the dock but atop a log platform, not far away, floating on the ocean, in front of a war monument.

Next to the war monument, adjoined to it, was about a 30 foot tall computer screen etched into the stone. From that monitor, miloitary personel could insert a card and make requests.
From my log barge I flew up into the air. Still not completely sure how I did that. I think I had wings like a bee. Maybe my character did not know how he was doing it and imagined it that way. My memory of the wings is from a distant view, not an experiencial one.
I experienced flying up, but it felt like I was swimming in the air. I think I was even kicking my feet. I rose into the air like I was laying down.
I inserted a card into the slot and purchased eggs for my aunts friends.
When I landed I realized that I had bought them for the wrong name. My friends on the platform, there were two of them, were concerned that I was wasting time, but I assured them I would be quick to correct my error, and i floated up again.

When I returned to the log barge I inquired about the weapons. I couldn't see them anywhere. The man on my left told me they were safe, and as he said this, we turned and saw the semi-truck on a larger log barge floating towards us. The barge was rocking in the waves.
That's the last thing I remember.

The second half of this dream seems to be less coherant than the first half. But I think it also gives me a lot of clues into my subconcious.
Starting with the money from a friend. I love that in the dream it continued an actual event from waking life.

The weapons were stolen. Could I be feeling like i have stolen something of others? Maybe pieces of them. And the fact that in the dream they were represented by weapons means that maybe I use those pieces of people to fight a war with myself.

The transportation was air (jet), then water (ocean), then land (the truck). This all speaks to me of traveling, which I have done a lot of. And this traveling as a result, and to acomidate, the stealing of the weapons.
Has my traveling been a my means of robbing from others? Not physical robbery, but a deeper one? Like some kind of energy stealer.

The significance of giving and not hording my money seems to come up. This is a principal that I have thought a lot about. As others give to me, I need to be ready to give to others. This seems to be what I also did in the dream, in my willingness to help out a couple I did not know, who were in need.
I also did this at some risk to my objectives, as highlighted by the concern of my friends that I could be wasting valuable time.

The jet becoming a truck clearly seems to be an attempt at my subconcious to erase a clue to my conciousness that I am dreaming. These clues fill our dreams, and when our conciousness becomes alterted to them, we either wake up because our conciousness is thinking, or we awake into the dream, ie: lucid dreaming.
My subconciousness prefers to be in complete control. Previous attempts to induce lucid dreaming have left me unable to remember my dreams. And for someone who frequently remembers multiple dreams every night, this is a trajic loss. Dreams are like a perfect escape. They are adventure. I would not wish that away.
In the end, I decided that it is better for my subconciousnes to guide me in learning than it is to conciously take advantage of a no consequence world, and miss the opportunity to live waking life more fully.

I think that weather one remembers there dreams or not, that they are most always helpful. It is the things that we don't remember, while dreaming, that intrigue me most because they shape the way I think.

Yet, I feel I must also say, as i conclude, that not all dreams have something to say to us. At least, I am not convinced of it.
Sometimes one has a dream and knows it is meant to convey some truth to them. Other times, it seems the mind is trying to rant away the excess information it determines un-usefull.

So, I wouldn't go about trying to find your answers in your dreams. If we do that, we miss the whole point. Our concious efforts to discover answers will always mislead us.
We must retain a firm grip on our salvation. Only the Lord is our judge, and only He is acapable of diserning for us where we should go anfd how we should live.

I believe that God can use dreams, like guideposts, to show us the way. To show us areas of our life that need attention. But God is not the only one who can influence our dreams. This is vitally important to recognize.
We should not be seeking the dreams, but the One who gives the dreams. If God wants to speak to you, don't limit how He can do that.