| Title: | Psychic Phenomena |
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| Created: | Wed Jan 22 1986 |
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I was wondering if anyone out there could interpret a dream my roommate
had.
Sherry said it went as follows:
Driving with my parents and grandmother. A straight stretch of
road. The land was flat - desert like - a train was racing us in
the other direction on the driver's side.
It felt as if we were to catch a train somewhere.
We saw a road side stand - Dad said they once had good salads.
We stopped.
Nana (grandmother) was gone. Diane (my roommate) was there. Dad
was there but not visible.
Diane was asking about a soup call asparagus. A man showed her
the top of spears the size of your arm.
Mom was behind me near the edge of a hill. The place sat in a woodsy
area - dirt parking lot.
My brother was now there too.
I was looking at the menu.
Mom made a comment about bears. The man said yes, there are a lot
around here.
I turned and saw 2 good size bear tracks in muddy soil heading down
the hill.
Mom was going to look down the hil and I said no - be careful the
bear could be right there.
At the base of the hill was a river. It was a steep hill - 200
yards?
My father said he thought my cousin (I believe the one who just
died) could fit between Nana and I.
I turned back to the bear. It had turned around, saw us and started
toward us. I yelled Mom and started backing up toward her. The
bear watched me and continued coming.
I got to my mother, my brother was there too. I figured the bear
would charge me, but not all three.
We backed up a step at a time. The bear got about 30 to 50 yards
away, stopped and spoke to me. "It's not nice to stare - don't
stare." I then woke up.
I've had other dreams with bears in it, at my parent's house and
another time too. Never had they spoke to me.
That's the dream....is there anyone out there that could tell me
what this might mean so I can tell my roommate.
Thanks
Diane Denehy
WFOOFF::DENEHY
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To Diane's roommate:
This dream may have been motivated by your cousin's recent death.
The train racing in the opposite direction may represent his/her
passing on; and the desert, his/her desertion of you. The rest of
you seem to realize that you, too, will catch a train or meet a sim-
ilar fate eventually.
When you stop at the stand, a place associated with strength and good
health (salads), you seem to be actively coping not only with the pre-
sent - the very word "stand" means to "bear courageously" - but also
with what's on the menu - that is, with what's coming up in an imagined
future. For starters, your grandmother's gone, and your father's at
least temporarily out of it. But you're helped by a friend, Diane,
who appears beside you and gives you her support. The asparagus spears
are a very nice image. They seem to represent humans who can comfort
one another because they're all in the same boat, but who are severed
or disconnected from their own potential lengths or life-spans. But the
spears are not pointless. They are actually tips or pointers from
which new alignments can be made and which, like the arrows on a com-
pass, can be used to get your bearings before moving on.
Now the scenario darkens. Your mother is close to the edge, almost
over the hill. You brother arrives. Your father reappears a little
later and refers to your deceased cousin as though s/he were still
alive. Or does he mean that you and your grandmother, between whom
he wants to fit your cousin, are now dead? The situation is muddled,
confusing, and ominous. You've taken a stand in a bare, unpaved park-
ing lot, surrounded mostly by woods. How many trees have been felled
to produce this space? Earlier on death seemed to be off on its own
track, parallel to you; but now there are bear tracks right here.
You try to avoid confronting the potentially deadly beast. But sure
enough, a bear emerges from the wetland and at an unexpectedly safe
distance, confronts you, your mother, and brother, and says,
"It's not nice to stare - don't stare." What a surprise! This bear
talks! He/she sounds like a parent issuing a mild rebuke, followed
by a tip or advice. This bear tells you to *live* and not to "stare."
It's the dead who stare, not the living. It's the dead who have that
glassy look. The bear acts as a mirror, confronting you with your
preoccupation with death and reminding you that you are alive and not
"ice(d)."
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