Cougars vs Lions

I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.” -C. G. Jung

In 1980, I lived in Summerville, SC. A friend and I had rented a townhouse together. At the time, I had a baby blue 73′ Cougar. Bobby, roommate and friend, liked it so much that he came across a brown one of the same year and purchased it. On one particular night, Bobby took his girlfriend out for her birthday to some fancy restaurant. Bobby did two things wrong that day. 1, He told me what restaurant he was going to and 2, I knew where his extra keys were kept for his car.

That evening my girlfriend at the time and I, went out to McDonald’s. We both made sure to order a lot, and then we ate in the car. After leaving McDonald’s, I drove over to the restaurant where Bobby and his girlfriend were dining. I took Bobby’s extra keys and moved his car to another space nearby. Since Bobby had backed his car in, I pulled it in. I then took all the McDonald’s trash out of my car and placed throughout Bobby’s.

That evening when Bobby got home, he banged on my bedroom door. He had to tell me of the incident that evening. Not only had someone somehow, stolen his car, but they only used it to go to McDonald’s and back. In 1982, Bobby had to move away. I never heard from him but, to this day, he has had a really great story to tell.

Other than the car and Bobby, the following dream has nothing to do with that tale. I just wanted to put it out there in case some day you come across my site, Bobby.

1981 (Unconscious dreaming)

Bobby and I had our 73′ Cougars behind a grocery store after closing. We had gone there to use some facilities the store had to wash our cars. Bobby finished before me and left. I finished sometime later and cleaned up my mess making sure to roll up the water hose. I got in and fired up the engine. Pulling out from the back, I drove around to the front by the right side of the store. As I entered the parking, something caught my eyes over to the left of me.

It was dark but for a few streetlights so at first I thought a truck was speeding my way. As the object passed by under one of the streetlights, I saw it was no truck but an enormous female lion. She headed directly for me. In reality and the dream, my cougar had a big block 429 police interceptor engine. I slammed the accelerator to the floor, and my car leaped ahead.

The lion’s speed was just fast enough to slowly gain on me. However, distance was in my favor. Moments later I came to the end of the parking lot. I had to make a hard turn to the left onto the main road. This briefly slowed me and also allowed the lion to cut across the parking lot to me. Once on the road I punched the accelerator, but the lion was on top of me.

She slammed her head against the left side of my car causing me to veer off the road. I swerved back on, keeping the pedal down. Even at my high speed she kept up. This time she opened her mouth showing teeth about a foot long. The car jerked as she sank her teeth into the rear. I snatched the car to the right and back to the left making her release it. I watched in my rear-view mirror as her front legs went down, and her hind legs came up.

I thought she had stumbled, but then she made an incredible leap. I saw her disappear from my mirror as she bounded over the car. I was expecting to her come over the hood but instead, I felt the impact of her large body slamming down on top. It sounded as if the car had exploded from her weight, and I jerked awake.

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After interpreting the following dream, I found it held a lot of positive meanings. I won’t go into all of them here for fear of ‘tooting my own horn’. The title of the dream is the meaning and what was taking place at the end. It kind of places a road block in front of the positive meanings until I can find a way to remove it.

Don’t worry, I will not leave you in the dark; that meaning is placed at the end of the dream.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

I was standing in a white room. The room seemed to be a perfect cube with about twelve-foot dimensions. It was totally empty; the only thing in the room was myself and a door. With nothing to see or do in the room, I went over to the door and pulled it open. Outside was a larger room in an octagon shape; each side of the octagon held a door in the middle. In the center of the room was a rail that circled an opening about 12 feet wide. In the center of the opening, a shaft possibly six inches in diameter ran upward to matching floors, and downward to more of the same octagon shaped floors.

I stepped out of the doorway onto the deck that ran around the room. The deck was about six feet wide which I crossed to the handrail. Looking down I saw an exact duplicate octagon room with the doors in each wall, another deck below that and so on. I could have been looking at hundreds if not thousands of stories that seem to have no end. I looked above me to see the same, another endless series of floors towering up out of my sight.

Across the floor I was on, the rail opened up with a narrow walk that connected to a disk that clung around the pole. The disk was definitely made to stand on while holding onto the pole. As I made my way across the room to the opening in the rail, I checked each room’s interior. All were the same 12 x12 cubes, empty and white.

I made my way to the opened rail and gently stepped onto the short walkway that connected to the disk. It held my weight and I quickly moved onto the disk and took the pole in both my hands. Immediately, the walkway pulled away and out of sight into the flooring. Once the walkway was gone, the disk began to move downward.

As the descent began it was slow enough that I did not feel the downward sensation, it did, however, pick up speed. I had passed several floors when I bent over to look below. In doing this, I took my right hand off while still holding on with my left. The disk came to a stop level with the floor of the room. As soon as it stopped, a walkway extended from the floor out to connect with the disk.

I took the walkway over to the floor that circled the room. I walked over to each door pushing it open to the same white empty room. Once I completed the checks I left the deck to walk back over to the disk. This time nothing happened as I stood there; I then realized that I was only holding on with one hand. I placed both hands around the shaft, and the walkway pulled back into the floor. The disk began its descent.

I allowed the drop to continue for at least a dozen or more floors but noticed upon passing each floor that the disk’s descent sped up. I released my right hand from the shaft. The disk came to an almost instant stop lining up with the floor. Once the walkway extended out, I stood on the disk momentarily contemplating the stop. I never felt the sudden deceleration. I pondered this briefly then walked over to the floor and took the tour around the deck finding the same rooms as all the others.

Back out on the disk, I held on with both hands and once again began my downward journey. I passed by dozens upon dozens of floors allowing the disk to build speed until the floors became a blur. I released a hand, and it came to an impossible stop without any effects on me. The walkway met the disk, and again; I explored this deck knowing I would and did find the same eight rooms.

Back on the disk I continued down. I wondered how it would be possible to go up, seeing how the disk had no controls. The shaft held none either, but then it struck me; the shaft was dropping also. All along the thought was that the disk moved along the shaft. If that were the case, then my hands should have been sliding across the surface.

Another thought came to me. Keeping both hands on the shaft I leaned over and looked down. Because there had been no sensation of dropping downward, the floors looked to be rushing up and past me. I also noticed that I felt no air current nor had my hair been blown wildly about. All of this could only mean one thing; I was not moving downward; the passageway with its thousands of floors, was moving up.

I released a hand from the pole and the rooms came to a stop. The walkway came out but I did not use it; there was no use —I already knew what I would find. I placed both hands on the pole and the rooms began moving upward. I continued standing there as their speed ever increased. The speed grew to the point that the floors could no longer be seen, but looked to be almost a solid wall around me. There had to be an end or at least a beginning to this place, so I rode it out until sometime during the trip, I awoke.