Re: crystals in the mud
I was riding my bike through the town I grew up. Kind of a scummy part of town by the middle school. There was a girl walking with me. She is someone I went to school with, but we weren’t friends, different social circles. (I don’t even remember her name. )
This is where you feel you are now: in the scummy part of the experience, in the middle point of the lessons. If you go back to the age you were in the dream, you may find experiences that resonate with what is foremost in your experience now.
Think of what the girl most represents to you. She is that aspect within yourself.
I had to ride slowly so that she could keep up with me, but I didn’t mind. I was telling her that I wanted to move again. Telling her about the places I have lived.
She may represent a reintegrated soul-fragment. Alternately, this aspect of self hasn't kept up with other aspects and struggles to grasp certain changes.
I looked down on the ground and saw crystals in the mud. They were small, but as we went farther along the road the crystals got bigger and bigger. They were all in the mud.
Some clarity emerging from the murkiness. Something valuable emerging from the muck.
The girl I was with didn't see the crystals, only me.
So, this aspect of self needs to be retrained because it affects your ability to see the positives. Optimism is important.
"A dream is a question, not an answer."
(Therapist and dreamworker Strephon Kaplan
Williams)
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