I had a dream a few days ago, and the thought of finding its meaning is stressing me out…I cannot concentrate on doing much without thinking about the dream. I tried to find a suitable answer with the information I found on internet regarding dreams and eagles, but to tell you the truth, I am now more confused compared with the beginning. Maybe someone can decipher its riddle:
I do not know the beginning of the dream, but I find myself in the middle of the action. My grandmother asks me to choose my birthday present from two piles of jewelry: gold and silver. She told me, as the first granddaughter I must choose first.
I adore silver and so I searched in the pile on the right ... I liked a pair of earrings, but I had in mind others objects too...but before I could decide, my cousins barged into the room and, like savages, tried to " become rich ".( I have more than 9 cousins...big family)... Some of them started fighting over a bracelet, ending up in tearing it apart…others over something else...and so on …we all know how this scene goes, we have seen it in countless of movies. I said as savages because, in that split second, I felt a profound sadness and in my mind was only one thing: the idea of " what a shame to destroy something so beautiful "....I do not know why I put back the earrings that I still had in my hand....maybe the thirsty eyes of the cousin that was sitting next to me made me reconsider, maybe the idea of destroying the earnings in the fight over them, or maybe that I was stripped of my right to choose first. Anyways I didn’t wanted to end up like them. As I put back the jewel I said to my grandma: It’s not worth it...and left the room.
I have to mention two things:
1) in the last 5 years all the dreams I can remember they felt so real, as I am there, present in the action, as body and soul, and they are so powerful, colorful ( including this one)…some of them, even terrifying
2) that throughout the dream I participated to the scene as two different persons. I saw throughout two different eyes, two different points of view: as me, the person in the middle of the action, and as an observer.
As I left the room I become the observer and when I reached the end of the chamber, suddenly I realise the environment changed. I wasn’t anymore in an ancient room I was on a street in China, at a terrace. My grandma was sitting at a table, and near her, there was some men sitting kind of strange. As I reached the end of the room, one of them, the only one wearing a white suite followed me….
After that, I do not remember much…only the wind through my hair and a brown box in my hand. I recognized the box because in reality is the exact same box I keep my broken silver jewellery.
Then somebody asked me: “What do you intend to do with them? Throw them away?”
“Of course not! I intend to repair them or reshape them into something new.”- was my answer.
After I answered, I could see the full picture …and it was beautiful. A tremendous eagle was carrying me in his claw, flying as he owns the sky. I wasn’t afraid. It was a feeling of relaxation, joy and freedom. I felt safe. I could see mountains and beautiful green forests underneath us. Even the sky was more clear and blue than I ever saw.
He told me “Silver respects you ….( as you respect him)”. The part within the brackets was not spoken out loud but in my mind
At some point, he even showed signs of concern about myself. He asked if I was fine. I only realize my stomach was hurting only after he asked the question. I showed him where the pain was, and he puts his “human hand” over my stomach. (I said “human hand” because instead of a claw, he had a human hand. Or at least that was on my chest when I looked down)…
And pretty much that is all I remember from my dream. If you are kind enough to share your thoughts, please do so.
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