Month: July 2012

Chaos


I
chose the title due to the whole meaning behind the dream came down
to that one word.


“A
schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both
hands at sections of time.” Annie Dillard


Day
to day, it’s always easier to follow a routine; get up, get dressed,
eat, go to work, come home, eat, shower, go to bed, repeat. It seems
to make life much simpler, but then there is the down time and I
begin thinking, “Didn’t I want to do a few other things in my
life?” It’s then I realize I have placed a lot on hold; God,
family, friends, self. Without a schedule or a plan , it turns into
an excuse for not doing anything. By then it’s time to drop back into
the daily routine again; Chaos.


Wednesday,
July 4, 2012


In
the following dream, I was working with another crane operator and
his crane in a city that had been destroyed by fire or an explosion.
My job was helping to load the debris onto flat-bed trailers to be
hauled off.

As I stood on the trailer waiting for the next load to be
hooked up and swung over to me, I looked at my surroundings. The
entire city lay in ruins and was covered in a thick gray ash. The
only recognition that it had been a city was the large amount of
debris that consisted of concrete, steel, wood and the corners of a
few buildings.



The
air was hot and dirty causing everyone to wear scarfs around their
noses and mouths so that we did not breathe in any of the nasty
particles in the air. The sun was hidden behind thick clouds of heavy
pollutants, which stretched from one end of the horizon to the other.
I had the feeling that I had not seen the sun in months or even
longer, whether this was just in this area or the planet, I do not
recall.

When the load had been rigged up by the ground crew, the
crane hoisted it onto the trailer, and I did the unhooking. Once this
trailer was full I would move over to another that waited on the
other side of the crane.



With
the ground saturated in debris, jumping off the trailer and trying to
make it over to the next trailer was a bit hazardous. I was in the
habit of looking around to make sure no supervisors were looking and
then would hold onto the hook of the crane while the operator swung
me from the now-full trailer over to the empty one.

As he swung me in
a clockwise circle over to the next truck  we were loading, my
fear was that one of the supervisors would see and fire both of us.
Jobs were almost impossible to come by, and I was hard to hold onto
this one.



As
the operator swung me over to the bed of the truck, he had not
noticed a large chunk of steel sticking up about 8 feet. I pulled my
legs up to avoid slamming them into the sharp edge, just making it
over the sharp steel but my right pants leg snagged and ripped over
the trailer, some three feet up, I let go and landed without
incident. I inspected the tear to my pants leg, making sure it had
not ripped the flesh.



“What
the hell are those?” I heard the operator scream.



I
concluded the only damage was to the material of my pants leg and
looked at the operator who was standing out on his catwalk pointing
into the distance. I looked to the direction he was pointing and saw
three very bright lights in the air flying our way. For some unknown
reason, I knew these could not be planes, which peaked my interest
even more.



The
lights were several miles away but approaching at a high rate of
speed. One light seemed to be in the lead and steady while the other
two were a bit behind the first, their flying some what erratic. Over
the burned-out area perhaps a mile or less away from us, their
velocity dropped to a few miles per hour within only a few yards.
Even if these had been planes, their lack of speed could not have
kept them aloft.



The
first light may have been some two or three hundred feet up while the
other two dipped and rose as they hovered. From the first time I had
spotted the lights, I wondered what it was they were attached to;
however, once they slowly passed over, no shape could be
distinguished.

All three lights simply seemed to be just that,
lights. Unlike spotlights, these three lights were more like bright
balls of light. They sailed over our heads in a straight path, and
once they were about a mile or more away; they shot off like a
bullet, but silently off into the horizon.



The
operator was out of his cab and had stepped over to the trailer I was
on.”There’s no way those things could be from earth,” he
said.



“Explorers
from another world you’re suggesting?”



“Maybe
they’re here to help us.” The operator said.



“Or
maybe they’re just waiting for us to expire so they can have the
place,” I said.



We
continued to scan the sky hoping they or more would return but
between then and the time I woke, they never did.




Destruction
suggests that there is some chaos occurring in your life. Things may
not be going the way you want it to. -Dreammoods.com


A
city in ruins denotes that you are neglecting your social
relationships and allowing them to deteriorate. -Dreammoods.com


Ashes
in your dream signify disappointments, regrets, bitter changes and
disruptions. You feel that the good times are over and nothing of
value is left in your life.-Dreammoods.com


Pollution
indicates that you need to clean up your words and thoughts.
-Dreammoods.com


Swinging
suggests that you are going back and forth in some situation or
decision. You need to make up your mind. -Dreammoods.com


Light
in your dream represents illumination, clarity, guidance, plain
understanding, and insight. Light is being shed on a once cloudy
situation or problem. You have found the truth to a situation or an
answer to a problem. Also consider the color of the light for
additional significance. If the light is particularly bright, then it
indicates that you need to move toward a higher level of awareness
and feeling. Bright light dreams are sometimes common for those who
are near death. -Dreammoods.com


A
UFO in your dream signifies your desires to find your spiritual
purpose in life.-Dreammoods.com


3-Holiness
or Spirit.-
 http://www.thecuriousdreamer.com




Repetition, Repetition


In
the dream “Reverse Control,” I had the problem (still do)
of defining some of the symbols. Dream dictionaries are handy for
clues  about one’s dreams but there are some that go beyond what
these dictionaries can provide. There are also dreams which can place
an answer or decision right in front of you, clear as day.

In
trying to plan for the future, there was one decision I had been
debating for months and could not seem to decide on. I was out in the
parking lot of my work with my seat laid back and time on my hands. I
began meditating on the pros and con’s of the dilemma I had. During
my meditation, the following dream brought the answer out into the
clear.

Monday,
June 18, 2012

In
the dream, my wife and I, both wearing backpacks, were walking down a
small road surrounded by a thick green overgrowth of vegetation. The
woods to each side of us had pushed its way up to the edges of the
road, and the wide upper spread of the trees kept most of it in
shade.

Through the leaves of the trees, a patchwork of blue sky
beamed narrow columns of sunlight on the green of crisscrossing vines
over the road and small plants that had found cracks to grow from its
pavement. The light that touched each leaf gave off a bright
reflection as though each one held a light of its own.

Ahead
was a bridge that crossed over the road. Years of absence of traffic
had turned the bridge over to the forest; growth covered it in thick
vines that twisted in and out of the concrete railings. Peaking over
the railings were the tips of new trees that had begun to grow up
from the road way of the bridge. Years of soil, leaves and other
debris, layered the road of the bridge giving the trees a place to
take hold.


In
a few years the bridge would look like nothing more than foliage that
had grown from each side of the road and met in the middle. Nature
was taken back what had been taken from her so many years ago and
before long the signs of any human intervention would be hidden
forever.

The
landscape around us was like an enchanted forest only missing the
bonding animals and the sounds of birds. For now, nothing stirred,
nor made a sound other than our footsteps. I wondered if the animals
had all been wiped out in this part, or if they had just gone into
hiding as we moved through. My mind fell back on our predicament,
which was that we were on the run. All we owned was on our backs and
where we had been heading I do not recall, but the world was a very
different and dangerous place.


The
area we had come through was inhabited by a small band of people who
had even less than we did but were in pursuit of all we had. We were
now trying to keep ahead of them and may have lost them, but we could
not take the chance. I knew if they captured us; we would be stripped
of what we had and possibly even harmed. I reprimanded myself for not
being better prepared for this new world and having the forethought
that would have protected me and my wife.

While
taking in the view, I was also looking for a place to hide. Moving
through the woods could have hidden us but the thickness of vines and
trees would be a struggle to walk through, not to mention the noise
it would make.

As we walked I continued to scope out any niche in the
growth that could accommodate us secretly, until the party behind us
passed. Just yards away from the bridge to the right of the road I
happened to notice a thinning in the trees and overgrowth. I motioned
at my wife to follow and went to inspect the area in hopes of hiding
out for the evening.


We
stepped off the road into the tall weeds and bushes. There seemed to
be an old trail, or perhaps it was a path someone had tried to hide.
We followed the thin opening, inside; I caught a glimpse of a
reflective surface some yards off. I lead the way a few more yards to
the reflection, and soon I could make out a trailer tucked well into
the woods. I would have never had noticed it if I had not been
looking for an escape route through the thick brush. I stopped and
turned to my wife.

“The
place isn’t abandoned,” I told her.

“How
do you know that?” she asked.

“Due
to the lack of trees and bushes around the trailer and the lack of
growth on it, someone is keeping it up,” I answered her.

“Then
it may not be safe for us,” she added.

“Whoever
it is, wants to stay hidden just as much as we do. Their helping us
to hide will help them also. Since neither of us want outsiders to
find us,” I told her.

We
continued to the trailer; I made just enough noise so that anyone
inside would know we were out here and not trying to sneak up on
them. I did not want to startle anyone, so I was prepared to knock.
As we came up to the door, it opened and a man a few years older than
myself stood in the doorway. He held a shotgun, not at us but
downward.

I
told him our predicament and that we were looking for a place to hide
from the group behind us. He offered to help but did not want us in
his home in case it was found and searched by the people following.
Instead, we followed him through a tight little path parallel with
the road that led up the hill to the bridge.

At
the top, we halted because of the wall of vines hanging from the
trees. The man pushed some of the vines to the side and exposed a
door which he opened;  the three of us entered. It was a shed
that had been covered in the foliage; it stored numerous machines,
tools and containers of food. He said we could stay here overnight
until the group passed. He lifted his shotgun just enough to get my
attention on the weapon.

“Do
you have protection?” he asked, meaning fire arms.
“No,
” I said.

He
did not offer any but motioned me to a chain hanging against the
wall; it followed a couple of pulleys across the ceiling and down to
the bottom of a roll-up door at the front. He pulled the chain and
raised the door just over half way. Outside, what used to be the road
was now covered in thick bushes and weeds.

Tangling in and out of the
bushes grew wild torn rose bushes and other barbed vines. I did not
see the point in the door being open because nothing could be brought
in or out because of the growth,—even a person would think twice
before venturing in that direction.

He
told us this was an escape route and pointed to a small hole cut out
of the growth on the ground. I had not noticed it before due to the
weeds covering the front. He said we could squeeze through there, and
a small path on the other side would lead us deeper into the forest
then back out to the road further down. I looked around the shed and
the storage of supplies he had— a man with a plan I thought. I
looked back to the woods.

“I
wish I had planned better,” I said aloud.

That
said, I found my wife and me back on the road where we had been at
the beginning of the dream wearing backpacks, were walking down a
small road surrounded by a thick green overgrowth of vegetation. The
woods to each side of us had pushed its way up to the edges of the
road, and the wide upper spread of the trees kept most of it in
shade.

Through the leaves of the trees, a patchwork of blue sky
beamed narrow columns of sunlight on the green of crisscrossing vines
over the road and small plants that had found cracks to grow from its
pavement. The light that touched each leaf gave off a bright
reflection as though each one held a light of its own.

Ahead
was a bridge that crossed over the road. Years of absence of traffic
had turned the bridge over to the forest; growth covered it in thick
vines that twisted in and out of the concrete railings. Peaking over
the railings were the tips of new trees that had begun to grow up
from the road way of the bridge. Years of soil, leaves and other
debris, layered the road of the bridge giving the trees a place to
take hold.


In
a few years the bridge would look like nothing more than foliage that
had grown from each side of the road and met in the middle. Nature
was taken back what had been taken from her so many years ago and
before long the signs of any human intervention would be hidden
forever.

The
landscape around us was like an enchanted forest only missing the
bonding animals and the sounds of birds. For now, nothing stirred,
nor made a sound other than our footsteps. I wondered if the animals
had all been wiped out in this part, or if they had just gone into
hiding as we moved through. My mind fell back on our predicament,
which was that we were on the run. All we owned was on our backs and
where we had been heading I do not recall, but the world was a very
different and dangerous place.


The
area we had come through was inhabited by a small band of people who
had even less than we did but were in pursuit of all we had. We were
now trying to keep ahead of them and may have lost them, but we could
not take the chance. I knew if they captured us; we would be stripped
of what we had and possibly even harmed. I reprimanded myself for not
being better prepared for this new world and having the forethought
that would have protected me and my wife.

While
taking in the view, I was also looking for a place to hide. Moving
through the woods could have hidden us but the thickness of vines and
trees would be a struggle to walk through, not to mention the noise
it would make. As we walked I continued to scope out any niche in the
growth that could accommodate us secretly, until the party behind us
passed. Just yards away from the bridge to the right of the road I
happened to notice a thinning in the trees and overgrowth. I motioned
at my wife to follow and went to inspect the area in hopes of hiding
out for the evening.


We
stepped off the road into the tall weeds and bushes. There seemed to
be an old trail, or perhaps it was a path someone had tried to hide.
We followed the thin opening, inside; I caught a glimpse of a
reflective surface some yards off. I lead the way a few more yards to
the reflection, and soon I could make out a trailer tucked well into
the woods. I would have never had noticed it if I had not been
looking for an escape route through the thick brush. I stopped and
turned to my wife.

“The
place isn’t abandoned,” I told her.

“How
do you know that?” she asked.

“Due
to the lack of trees and bushes around the trailer and the lack of
growth on it, someone is keeping it up,” I answered her.

“Then
it may not be safe for us,” she added.

“Whoever
it is, wants to stay hidden just as much as we do. Their helping us
to hide will help them also. Since neither of us want outsiders to
find us,” I told her.

We
continued to the trailer; I made just enough noise so that anyone
inside would know we were out here and not trying to sneak up on
them. I did not want to startle anyone, so I was prepared to knock.
As we came up to the door, it opened and a man a few years older than
myself stood in the doorway. He held a shotgun, not at us but
downward.

I
told him our predicament and that we were looking for a place to hide
from the group behind us. He offered to help but did not want us in
his home in case it was found and searched by the people following.
Instead, we followed him through a tight little path parallel with
the road that led up the hill to the bridge.

At
the top, we halted because of the wall of vines hanging from the
trees. The man pushed some of the vines to the side and exposed a
door which he opened;  the three of us entered. It was a shed
that had been covered in the foliage; it stored numerous machines,
tools and containers of food. He said we could stay here overnight
until the group passed. He lifted his shotgun just enough to get my
attention on the weapon.

“Do
you have protection?” he asked, meaning fire arms.

“No,
” I said.

He
did not offer any but motioned me to a chain hanging against the
wall; it followed a couple of pulleys across the ceiling and down to
the bottom of a roll-up door at the front. He pulled the chain and
raised the door just over half way. Outside, what used to be the road
was now covered in thick bushes and weeds.

Tangling in and out of the
bushes grew wild torn rose bushes and other barbed vines. I did not
see the point in the door being open because nothing could be brought
in or out because of the growth,—even a person would think twice
before venturing in that direction.

He
told us this was an escape route and pointed to a small hole cut out
of the growth on the ground. I had not noticed it before due to the
weeds covering the front. He said we could squeeze through there, and
a small path on the other side would lead us deeper into the forest
then back out to the road further down. I looked around the shed and
the storage of supplies he had— a man with a plan I thought. I
looked back to the woods.

“This
is the second time I’ve had this dream, and still I did not plan any
better.” I said aloud, waking as soon as I said it.